Written in Valkenburg aan der Geul (Limburg, Netherlands) on a bright morning in June 2013.




the old town wall

 

sitting

next

the old town wall

shadows deep

and dark

across 

the sunlit lawn

I see initials

love signs

tokens

scratched

as passing fancies

in the sandstone

soft

 

whence

where

are these lovers now

did they fall in 

or be parted by

the wars

that scoured

this ancient place

 

sitting 'neath

a linden tree

a blackbird

caught

in the flight of

my eye

tracing shadows

across that verdant lawn

where times past

perhaps late at night

they carved their love

as one

on meadow sweet

'neath wall

and the moon's

forever light





Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2013-06-08 at 21:07

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countryfog
So true that coming across a few carved initials can be like a preface to a book in which we get to write their story. There are many evocative images here but "a blackbird / caught / in the flight of / my eye" is the one that holds all the others in place.
2013-06-09


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh Peter, you always do this with your writing -the Linden tree, the blackbird - thank you

Elle
2013-06-08



Beautiful.
2013-06-08