CHESTER WALLS, a poem by Maureen Weldon




Warm evening

tranquil greens (freshly mown)

beneath King Charles Tower.


Midges dance through a bangle of sun

now dipping gold on distant Welsh hills.

Beneath me pink blossom and new-leafed trees.


I stand on the old Roman Walls

alone and not alone

sucked in a bliss of ages past.


As the last birds sing in the twilight air,

the Evening Star winks her knowing eye.


Maureen Weldon 


Copyright © Maureen Weldon 2002

[Included in the author’s pamphlet EARTH TIDES, Poetry Monthly Press, 2002.  Most recently published in Reflections, Issue 94.]


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