Fugitive Fragments

by Mike McGuire

Roaming

This is my first blog post without an accompanying image.

Roaming
I heard the waterfall before I saw it. I allowed its thundering tenor to leech me in along the nebulous path, mud sucking at my bare feet. Then between dark birch branches a bright movement shimmered opaquely. It focused first as a covert cloud, then as serial stalactites sloping and sliding downwards. I finally viewed its full might at a place below the lip where my eyes were dusted by a fine mist as they deciphered the greys from blacks and greens and creamy whites. Movement eroded what was solid, stealing matter as it had stolen the silence from the scene. The illimitable gorge boiled in ferment below and when I leaned forward to feel its breath, sensations of vertigo formicated in my veins like a cocaine rush. A slender upward trail suggested heightened panorama. As I crept upwards the trembling ground massaged the soles of my feet, as inches away the deliquescence blasted on its biased trajectory as if by choice rather than physics. Emerging at the rim my saturated body felt a cooling wind from the river’s broad channel, carved from the multi-hued limestone stratification by a dying glacier in eons past. On a moss-cushioned stone I rested, staring at the vast sky as the sun was drawn to another man’s day by the planet’s mutable roaming…roaming…

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27 thoughts on “Roaming

  1. Gosh, your mind. :) You’re very imaginative and creative. I’d love to hear you read some of your stuff.

  2. This is awe stricking. I am in awe of your work.

  3. Wow! Your writing is outstanding. Thank you so much for visiting my blog. I hope you will come again. I think I will sign up for your email updates. I have really enjoyed my visit here. Keep up the good work.

  4. I say it again. Inspired. The vividness has a down-to-earth, organic soul to it, but also a fierce intelligence. I could read a whole book of this. Call it “Rumi’s Camera” or “Hemingway’s YouTube”. :-)

    May I also interest you to check out another awesome blogger from Australia. Nat of http://www.smallestforest.net is Filipina (like me), but she’s spent the most of recent years there. She expresses herself differently from you and me, but her artistry is in some kind of other plane of reality; she might inspire you too. ;-)

  5. What an amazing description. was able to visualize this and wanted to visit the place. Is there a need for an image, as you have succeeded in drawing the reader into your dreams

  6. “…the sun was drawn to another man’s day…”

    This phrase rendered a routine theme commendable – not easy to pull off.

    Hats off,
    Eric

    • Thanks Eric, I recall being pleased with the outcome of that particular description so it’s particularly satisfying to have it singled out for comment.

  7. Oh, and the like button is refusing to load for me to press, but I definitely ‘like’ this!! :)

  8. Beautiful – no need of imagery as photo or art, the words themselves are effortlessly descriptive! :)

  9. I love it. The imagery jumps out when reading the words!

  10. I blush and thank you for your highly valued interpretation.

  11. Mike, your prose poetry is a perceptual delight. I wholeheartedly agree in your choice to go without an image: the sensory journey you take the reader on, means you wouldn’t want to freeze it with a static image. Great stuff!

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