Mycenae, epilogue
The hill - not
as I had foreseen it -
headless lioness in sun;
gate-keepers
on tawny ramparts
sceptical
of news from Troy.
Ancient hates
evaporate;
vengeance
languishes
in legend;
yet the hollow,
orphaned tomb
shadows me back home...
*
Road to Laconia
Musculature of rock exposed:
spiky, spartan vegetation,
agile, treble-belled white goats;
water coursing secret veins;
terracotta-coloured tillage,
filigree of silver leaves;
names with mythic connotations
subtext to the dream.
Out of rock
a miracle may spring...
(1991)
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