The Poetry Bus has rolled into town again, this time under the peerless driving of TheManHimself, Mr. TotalFeckinEejit.
A few nice options on the prompt - including some class sepia photos. But I went for the audio prompt - a track from Van Morrison's Veedon Fleece. Which reminded me of the Golden Fleece, which reminded me in turn of Jason & The Argonauts, who were sometimes call Minyans, who, I discovered, were a prehistoric Aegean tribe, who also made use of that familiar feature of the Irish landscape - Tumulus graves. To wit.....
Tumulus
Lying senseless under sun
troubadours emerge at night
to citizens of twilight trading
fading hues of bottled light
I stir, the world beside me wakes
creaks on her scale beneath
the measure of diurnal pitch
each trace a blessing, firing
livid, time initiating space
from no mere spark, instead
an ember coaxed to flare,
two mysteries refracted there;
a song from time beyond recall
a voice built new from broken things
© P Nolan 2011
You can read some more responses to this prompt HERE.
