Ancient Avenue
See the gnarled and twisted fingers
stretching out from outstretched hands –
reaching across the canopy –
bewringed with wooden wedding bands.
Inspired by a very beautiful part of Southampton that I passed each day to and from Avenue campus. Have been re-reading some early medieval poetry from my university studies there, and I rediscovered my favourite anonymous poem, Westron Wynde. I admire its brevity, its emotion, and how it speaks as clearly now as it did in its own era. I cannot claim to have achieved the same, but the length is about right!
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