Day: July 19, 2016

1830 sunrise

Pale lines of south-stacked wooden trunks Soften ancient village stone Where once the powder of destruction Overnighted, dry, in locked Saltpetre Shed And as the sunrise called to sleepy boatmen Roused to disgorge coal and fill the holds of narrow boats Long with loads of that which, alone save gods, could rend the stone apart Now gone, where peaceful grass, and pond, alone, fills … Read More 1830 sunrise

Going west – Into the past

Haiku with Coffee: Broken Life

How apt! Is broken life Supported on your precious stone? Axes point eternally ©Stephen Tanham, 2016.

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