Member Poem

The urge to travel, to spread your wings and fly away.
Never rooted to the spot. Never spotted on  a route.
Signpost defunct, map a feeble pointer,
​direction only by one’s nose.
Intuition in ascendence as night and day blur anaemic edges.
Fleet of foot dream chaser's never-ending sequence is chaotically just that.
Event foreman cast in a starry-eyed plot,
script writer of their own unique journey,
stagecoach vagrant from a who-knows-where platform,
speed bump skipper on a blind course
taking the "lie" of the
land.
In every sense a false scents trail blazer has a life of their own
but tragically a life that both owns and disowns them in "equal" measure.
Time-lapse photographer flagged by ephemera but doesn't notice.
Loop the loop square off under amber moonlight passage.
Faraway green seeker, bereft of halting site with no stop off in between.
Momentum the only resting place