Tintern

I told you it was self indulgent, I wrote this 20 years ago, wandering around Tintern Abbey on my own late autumn, atmospheric, stunning eerily heart tugging in the rapidly fading light.

 

Tintern

A stony road grind-winds through languid greenery

Past new ages edging  old ages peace

Into a tranquil pool succouring reflected scenery

Time flows backwards to the childlike lease

Of unhurried, unworried unthreatened womb

 

Where from to a maelstrom of an everclosing room

Realife and tensions modernity stays

Grasps drowns prays, ends to a tomb

Arising around out of an upturned gaze

 

Which Tintern reflects.  Revealing danger

Of a fastpaced careless greedy existence

The face of a child has become a stranger

But return to the old-land matured resistance

Thoughts return slowly to feed from the manger.