Copyright © Pendas 2017
To and Fro
I drive past Godstow ruins,
squat walls thick above
the Thames frosted flood-fields,
one ancient window socket
senile out at sky,
and among tumbled stones,
a girl like the fair Rosamund,
who was imprisoned here twice –
first, as a child, strictly schooled,
and later a penitent, King Henry’s
graze patches of thawed grass
nostrils blowing out white steam,
dabchicks bob into the stream,
geese gaggle, preen.
Two men in orange jumpsuits
drill at the humped-back bridge –
and history wraps
itself around me, a trailing fur-lined cloak,
hair-shirt brushing beneath.
Publish in Sewanne Review USA, Fall issue 2016 (George Gore last issue as editor) New work.