Unfurling

I am out of my brilliant mind.
Only one answer, had it,
let it go.

An answer so powerful,
compelling, imbuing of life,
that I let it go?
The answer didn’t pursue me,
unexpected slackening, a release,
watched me drift away,
into mystery.

Intrigued by paths untrodden,
fear inducing tales,
the only source of knowledge.
Wildwoods beyond the Shire,
Badlands, Void, The Nothing,
Demons, dragons, orcs, roam
hungry to devour foolish, naïve explorers.

Stepping across the border,
Choosing, determined,
plunging the inner depths.

Remove the mask,
prescribed glasses discarded,
visions from alternate hilltops,
expanses, never dreamed of,
beauty unconsidered now envisaged,
a world once locked unfurls,
swathes of light,
invite me to embrace.

© Andrew Tomlinson