That Which Was Lost
Aug. 29th, 2006 05:37 pmWell, anyway- I was raking in the back yard just now and - chingle, chingle- there it was.
Thank you, thank you, lares et penates.
And here to celebrate is a poem I wrote back in the day about the Roman city of Isurium Brigantum (Aldborough)
ALDBOROUGH
They've got an image of Mercury
In the village church. Though it's weather-worn,
If the light falls right you can just make out
His horns and his staff. The Roman town
Was a bustling place. It had walls this thick
And a governor's palace. It's only been dug for
Randomly. A man lifting tubers
Hits on a pavement. A coin and a brooch
Are spotted among her alyssum
By a woman weeding. Two fine mosaics
Are shown in situ in two little houses
Built to their measure- which made me think
Of the three little pigs and the big, bad wolf;
He huffed and he puffed and he blew the house down-
Twice, not thrice. In the heritage shop
I bought this torc which I'm wearing now
For the ancestors. It cost me a quid
And the gilt wore off in a couple of days.
It feels like a watch- every once in a while
I'll glance down at it to check the time.
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Date: 2006-08-29 04:47 pm (UTC)This means you have two now, doesn't it? I seem to remember you getting a replacement.
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Date: 2006-08-29 06:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-29 05:24 pm (UTC)And what a lovely poem.
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Date: 2006-08-29 06:08 pm (UTC)I'm glad you like the poem. Have you been to Aldborough? Nice mosaics.
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Date: 2006-08-29 05:28 pm (UTC)I love this.
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Date: 2006-08-29 06:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-29 06:14 pm (UTC)The key suggests there's a door to be unlocked and a discovery to be made.
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Date: 2006-08-29 05:44 pm (UTC)I had to read your poignant poem twice (sometimes I'm a little slow, especially when it comes to poetry). I'm glad that I did.
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Date: 2006-08-29 06:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-29 05:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-29 06:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-30 01:21 pm (UTC)A coin and a brooch
Are spotted among her alyssum
By a woman weeding.
How beautifully you wound that line around, a little surprise!
I like your poetry very much.
And I do remember when you lost your first ring. How perfect, that it found its way back (I am thinking of Tolkein's Ring, Which "wants to be found") to you again!
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Date: 2006-08-30 01:42 pm (UTC)I love alyssum; it smells of heaven.
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Date: 2007-11-04 12:30 pm (UTC):)
Nice way you have of contrasting sensory imagery.
btw, spotted your comment to someone else and I'm with you on the scent of alyssum, it's fabulous.
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Date: 2007-11-04 12:35 pm (UTC)The smell of allysum takes me straight back to childhood- and the garden of my grandparents' house in Rottingdean