This is a new poem that I have written about an event that occurred a couple of years ago. After going to a forest rave in the Welsh hills (I think it was on the edge of the Brecon Beacons), a group of five of us took a little trip up a woodland track to a stream we knew about nearby. By the time we got there the sun was really blazing down, and everything around us seemed to be in a sort of hyper-colour. The sky was so blue and the trees so green, and the sound and sheen of the stream seemed to lift me up to a higher level. There are some good pictures of the stream somewhere, but I can’t find them (EDIT: I found one, it’s posted below), so for now I have attached a picture of the party itself to this post.
There is also another poem, more spiritually inclined, that I wrote immediately after the event. I will post this next. Here is the newer poem:
as though under a watery sheen,
Green leaves glittering
in a gentle caress
of breeze through the river-run
Below them we clambered
naked on rocks
and splashed clear water onto grassy
The five of us,
two couples and I:
we laughed as the droplets
rolled down our young skin.
The thumping of the party
left an hour hence,
sounded in the distance,
As we made ourselves clean;
sleepless and slippery in the morning sun.