Unremarked, now…

old-bridge-at-hawes

Unremarked, now, I was the way

Beneath which water flowed

Too deep for market’s harvest

Too deep for children’s naked feet

Too deep to be the path

Unremarked, now, the truth

That ancient numbers wrought

In circle-cousins’ arc

Would span the deep

And bring the bridging way

And did, reflecting here

That only dense and sheer resistance

Of those dark materials

Harvests now my mossy sleep

Beneath these wind-blown truths.

Unremarked, now, enduring

My invisible point of being

Waits beneath the stone…

©Copyright Stephen Tanham 2017

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9 Comments Add yours

  1. Terrific, Steven. Mysterious and haunting.

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    1. stevetanham says:

      Thank you, Michael

      Like

  2. Jennie says:

    That is simply beautiful.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. stevetanham says:

      Thank you, Jennie. Inspired by a wet walk in the Yorkshire Dales.

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Jennie says:

        You’re most welcome!

        Like

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