Vyšehrad

standing 
on the fortress edge
the Vltava
flows below
swirling
eddying
bank bursting
the town old
and newed
holds its breath

above it
vines in
serried lines
blossom late
as Spring
lost itself
in deluge
dark clouds
cold gripping days

this was where
the Slavs came first
and still
we rest upon these shores
despite conflict
and suppression
it is here
on summer days
the children come to learn
and lovers too
caress on grass
whose roots
are theirs





Poetry by Peter Humphreys
Read 798 times
Written on 2013-09-05 at 22:14

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text


Mark J. Wood
Hi Peter,

when I was there, a jazz singer (accompanied by his band) Sang Sweet Georgia Brown in Czech as they stood on Charles Bridge. I didn't understand it as I don't read music in anything but English - and I had a cold.

Your poem has given me the mood that I should have had if the above two reasons hadn't fogged my mind. AND, it didn't stop raining so there's a third reason.

I will go home tonight and caress a reminder to Linda of her uncolded stay on the borrowed grass.

Thanks for this.

Mark.
2013-10-23


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well done, Peter.
2013-09-08



I like this Peter.
Your work has an openness like a tender friendship...lovely:)
2013-09-05