The Malverns from Cathedral Building

Written during a lesson on electronics in a room overlooking Worcester Cathedral, across the River Severn towards the Malvern Hills.

Peaks and troughs that graph the sky,
An ecosystem measured by its trace.
First grass, then tree, now shrub I spy,
A heaving mass that spikes each cloudy face.

But look again – as sun soaks up the mist
That vanishes – a secret lover’s kiss –
A breath of life sustained by sweetest lips;
Not lifeless soil atop these graceful tips.

At times a screen of muslin does obscure
The finer details, making silhouettes,
Not harsh in contrast but a faded hue
Against the whiteness of the brighter blankets.

There is a sense of scale when viewed
From distant roads and lanes that take us west,
But as we nearer come, we cannot tame
That sense of awe and fear that takes our breath.

If one could hear the sine wave’s lowest note,
Its pitch would disappear into the soil
Then rise as sharply to a higher tone,
The echoes of each sound round valleys coil.