Pilgrimage

Summer is black in sunless sloughs;
shadows haunt, glaring, ghostly eyes
Hidden rivers reach through the vines;
Cloaked in mist, the traveler sighs
Forgotten dreams slumber and wait;
this mad season must find its end
Fluttering lanterns, fireflies glow
and bear witness to trees of gold

 

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Photo: St-Dunstan-in-the-East, London, c.b.w. 2006
Words: c.b.w. 2014

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The War Within

The joust begins
spirits beware
Cracked pavement
eroding shores
The light cowers
where dark prevails
Crumbling towers
broken stones
Sorrow clings
where joy flees

The remains of St. Dunstan-in-the-East, London, c.b.w.

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c.b.w. 2012