Four Stones Hill

Haweswater

Only 2 stones remain standing near an ancient hut circle/settlement.

I haven't been here for many years and must come back with more time next time.
The fresh air was a relief after cleaning mould from the front door where coats had been hanging for well over 2 years untouched. In the pocket I found a shopping list for what looked as though was likely to be a good stew planned for dinner. Another trip to the clothes bank.

It was not Death, for I stood up - Emily Dickinson

It was not Death, for I stood up,
And all the Dead, lie down -
It was not Night, for all the Bells
Put out their Tongues, for Noon.

It was not Frost, for on my Flesh
I felt Siroccos - crawl -
Nor Fire - for just my marble feet
Could keep a Chancel, cool -

And yet, it tasted, like them all,
The Figures I have seen
Set orderly, for Burial
Reminded me, of mine -

As if my life were shaven,
And fitted to a frame,
And could not breathe without a key,
And ’twas like Midnight, some -

When everything that ticked - has stopped -
And space stares - all around -
Or Grisly frosts - first Autumn morns,
Repeal the Beating Ground -

But most, like Chaos - Stopless - cool -
Without a Chance, or spar -
Or even a Report of Land -
To justify - Despair.