Not for the faint of heart
Those devil-dare roads
That wind and course
And spill o’er vale and rambling hill.
‘Tween walls of stone unyielding.
Scarce room to breathe as
Bumper whispers to bumper
“Take care o’er there by Malham Cove.”
As mists roll in a view obscured.
One dare not say, nor breathe, a word
As through the rolling roads we pass and
Pray for cushion of the grass.
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This short, haphazard poem was inspired by a rather haphazard drive through the Yorkshire Dales.
My husband wasn’t driving at the time. His uncle, who resides in Skipton, sped us through a jam-packed one-day excursion, which took us by many lovely ancient villages; up into the hills at Malham; over to Bolton Abbey and whatever else he could squeeze into a whirlwind tour.
The scenery was glorious. I really wish we could have spent more time there.
It was a long driving day and Lloyd’s uncle, who is 86 and has lived in the area for many years (and who swims 34 laps of a 25 metre pool four mornings a week), drove those familiar narrow, winding stone wall-lined roads like a speedway ~ that is to say FAST!!!
To be fair, everyone drives those roads ~ roads that were never designed for modern-day passing traffic ~ like speeding demons.
It’s all part of the charm, I suppose … and why it’s unlikely I shall ever take the wheel of a car in the Yorkshire Dales myself. 😉
While in England, in September, I adopted a bit of a writing experiment.
As we travelled by car around the country, my husband driving, I kept a blank-paged journal and a pen ever at hand to write down whatever inspired as we went.
It was a fun exercise which, apart from leaving me with a few inspired gems (and some jibberish, but that’s the creative process, right?) also instilled a greater sense of how much of my heart still resides in this land where I spent my formative years.
The view inspired, the memories flowed, my heart was filled and the words came.
I’ll be posting them as the spirit moves.
Thanks for visiting …
©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2013