Perhaps it's true that this side of remembering rose lighting shines through spectacles but I recall few pinks amongst those sandstone steppes purples yes -in the heather and iris gardens of Castile and the grass is greener still we met with cuckoos travelling out of Africa their two toned aria taken up by bird song the sloped terrain a pastoral provenance of flock and herd and buzzard, keen-eyed as sheepdogs and restless bulls that sense an advent of the Guadarrama wolves underfoot herbs tumble in an aromatic haze sweet floral sprays droop before sudden rains and a river runs like quick silver with the Sierra Norte winds there we rested under scrub oak and cork trees bent in homage before the dragon range ascent
*wolves have returned to the Sierra Norte de Guadarrama – this mountain range once called La Sierra del Dragón
Written for DVerse ‘Take Me along‘ where Lilian asks for a travel poem that invites the reader.
24 thoughts on “La Sierra del Dragón”
there we rested under scrub oak and cork trees bent
in homage before the dragon range ascent
Up above and on the ground things are brewing. It certainly is worthwhile to rest awhile before continuing with the ascent. Beautiful lines Laura!
Thanks Hank – just scaled a few scales on what was a drover’s route – no head for dragon heights!
Perhaps rose tinted spectacles are a gift to writers who share those journeys and memories so beautifully
thank you -does not harm perhaps to see the world a light pinker than normal 😉
beautiful memories indeed
love these gorgeous words, both visual & aural…”we met with cuckoos travelling out of Africa
their two toned aria taken up by songbird refrain”…my favorite lines…
thank you Sumana and a strong memory too – the calling birds and the accompanyng choristers
Lovely Spanish rose memories.
nice commnent 😉 “Hmm, take me back again,
Take me back one more time, Spanish rose”
What a wonderful journey & so poetically described!
journeyed to a poetic place Mary ….
“Was it you, Guadarrama, ancient friend
mountains of white and grey
mountains of my Madrid evenings,
I saw there, brushed on the blue?”
[‘Eres tú, Guadarrama, viejo, amigo – Antonio Machado]
Absolutely gorgeous writing, the descriptions are so beautiful the reader feels the intense beauty of the landscape. Sigh. Very lovely to read.
So glad that came through the words Sherry – thank you
My goodness, Laura 💖 the imagery here is absolutely exquisite!
It’s a beautiful part of Spain Sanaa 😀
There is so much to love with this… when you visit a place like that and find those birds travelling through, the way you have used the Spanish words, I actually think it’s a glorious piece of writing.
Lovely comment Björn – some of those birds heading on to England so it was like meeting halfway
Reading this was so much like being there and breathing it in and being so glad I was alive to experience. Wonderful writing.
so glad you were able to pick up the feeling of this place – thank you
This was a lovely journey, I am always watchful for a dragon,
indeed – I was born under this sign 😉
Sounds like an amazing place!
it was Rosemary – especially with the company I had too
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