‘A Rainbow Bridge that rises and greets your foot…
will carry you over the void as you step, trusting and empowered, into the unknown…’
– 0 The Wanderer, The Wildwood Tarot
I stand
with one foot
on Astley Moss,
rising onto tiptoe,
the other raised, flexed,
heel up, toe down,
like the hoof of a winged horse.
I still know little
about where I came from
and less about where I am going.
There is little comfort or security
in the shifting mists below,
haunted by the ghosts,
the bog bodies,
the severed heads,
the voice of Worsley Man.
They are all telling me,
compelling me to move on,
unlike restless spirits.
I am reminiscing
about the day I drove into
the end of the rainbow on the M6,
throwing up splashes of rain
like fairy gold.
‘Do Not Look Back.’
I hear His arcane commandment.
My wings are spread and deep within
I know it is time to move on.
From Peneverdant 
Fare thee well