Poem of the week: Before the Map by Carola Luther ( guardian) Night’s warmth they are:

 

Poem of the week: Before the Map by Carola Luther ( guardian)

Night’s warmth they are:

We need our imagination,

We need our specific likes

to be explored and effected;

 I write, I sense a special 

sense of hills, their stay

by mound and by floors,

 I call them, cows, cattle,

 the waste, the mound

 the coil to roll, create

 a mood of mystery and awe.

In my mind’s map 

they keep rolling 

I keep assigning them

their own places, status,

smells and distance,

 my pastime, my pleasure;

in the world vast, they 

give me company immense

in their innocence, ignorance.

Multidimensional approach