Friday, 4 April 2014

The Old Bell Tower


From sharp edges of Atlantic weather,
bungalows, ring roads, Saxon churches,
Europe proceeds to shallow roofs,
slate yards, balconies, onion domes:
pragmatic architectural variations
might easily be mistaken
for proof of differences set in stone.

History emerges from perspective;
sky darkens from the past.
The silence of bells is the same
no matter what the language,
and yet with a little learning
I might just hear
footsteps, stirrups, sword-blades –
whatever it is that’s gathering in those clouds.


Image: Marina Shiderova; text: Tom Phillips 

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