Poetry Corner
Climb Up
JOHN R PARSON
These fissured stones and rocks ground
in support of our castle’s ageless weathered
graffiti, in presence super imposed,
moulded soft by light memories of long
forgotten battles, we are all one beneath
a same sun, where, as I leave too my own
true relevance, as fading memories of you
and my added imprint of wishes crushed,
beneath each barbed step of irony
slipped, so soon awry as simply as mine,
each letter’s message once cut, ground
in passing by the spirals light,
across illegible indentations, left as signs
of sounds or mimes, life’s split perpendiculars,
between battlement’s dark vestige cracks
abreast cliff’s watchful buttresses aloft
as witness to lost hopes and futures set
between castellations, ranged as fragile
silhouettes, gritted tight against blind eyes
and temporary reach, beyond each our skies
Haiking
ROY DUFFIELD
the way
poorly signposted
→ war memorial
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