Old walls

… that captivate
their many woes
now even time defiles,

Casts anew the figure of a man
flesh and blood cut into morning,
heralds the crossing of the seasons,
as spring invades and rampant sun
purges the last damp dark corners
a winter seeks in its trauma of
retreating cloud.

The wars that wore this place
to crumbling stone
brute elements now torment;

The shrieking rains a winter
scorches to its summers that sear;
and wound this place with its past.

And us …?
What of we who seek
some order to things
in the flaming Arab consonants
the risen sun picks out;
where once the castellated gate
held the lands
these crumbling stones now crown?

Upcoming performances

April 27 Poetica, Blue Sky Cafe Bangor, North Wales

July 28 St Jullitas Church, North Wales

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