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Acropolis

Acropolis

 

 

     A single, stone column, adorns a lush green meadow,

it is said to be ancient, and rises over one hundred feet,

there is nothing that really stands out of this column,

dated, they say some three thousand years old.

 

     Birds, glide by, but none have I seen perched atop,

they are, as an inquisitive, as I it seems,

   their interest here but never, there,

      upon the top, or middle, or low!

 

     It is a strange feature here upon a Northern Europe,

Better suited to The Greek but, even there – I hasten

stranger too, for the subtle difference to an acropolis,

   none around, are as………….

 

                     ………...I have been ignorant I am sure,

for as for the first time I run my fingers within

his ancient scars,

   the column owns a Patriarchal stare upon me,

      and startled, my fingers remove.

 

2.

 

     ‘sitting there but frowning more,

my feet grind the dry soil to remove the lightest stone,

and puzzled I am there at the base of an old, curiosity?’

 

     A slight of anger withholds an understanding,

and I feel the old column tease me with his age,

   looking up, I glare at the smiling column and know

he flexes a telepath bait and grins;- ‘I am younger than you!’

 

     My anger rises as I search the dusty field for commonplace!

 

3.

 

     A smile has me found,

I know of what he can never discharge

   and that has me as an ally,

      as I rise and search for his top

   of shadow, I am insistent I can claim he kindred -

knowing of his determination to remain a very stranger.

 

     Carefully, I walk upon his base and

there upon a midday sun, I take the path along his shadow,

   sure to venture a touche to his tease,

      at end of his shadow, I look back to see he grin,

         I am now to beat his superiority,

            I leap from upon his shadow to declare my own his brother,

               and scream upon the Earth for my shadow there is gone.

 

            ‘why am I to suffer such rejection,

                           upon a World I love so much?’

 

                 Upon a midday Sun I witness the column descend

            into the ground, a slight of smile still in proclamation,

               then there the dry soil covers up the history,

                  just like the carnage done unto a child,

                      I look upon the sky with only tears for company,

                          As Socrates descends a stair of cloud,

 

                          ‘Son, everyone is leaving here but you,

                    this is not your rejection,

                       but the only one I want, welcome home to paradise for now I have

                          my own to teach,

                             here be a little mead, I also have some bread,

                                everyone alive was dead,

                                                              but you!’

 

 

Michael J Waite 15th May 2023.

     (Please wake up Earth, before you lose each other and this beautiful planet).

             (Column in this theatre was played by Robin Williams (forgive my self indulgence)).

 

I wish a good summer upon everyone. we need this healing. 

 

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