At Wroxeter
Sleep Roman women
Roman men
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Under the eyes
Of God
And Wrekin
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And Caradoc hill
Looks down so still
On all of humanity so lowly
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Over the slowly
Sleeping souls of Romans,
Us, and of the Lawley.
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Words and Thoughts, for Life
At Wroxeter
Sleep Roman women
Roman men
~
Under the eyes
Of God
And Wrekin
~
And Caradoc hill
Looks down so still
On all of humanity so lowly
~
Over the slowly
Sleeping souls of Romans,
Us, and of the Lawley.
~

Celtic spring (“Imbolc”) began this week, on February 1st, and light is slowly beginning to fight back against the predominance of darkness.
I recently photographed this beautiful sunrise at Wroxeter Roman city, and some words by the poet Mary Oliver – “darkness opening into morning is enough” – inspired this short poem:
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The magic
Of the darkness
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Of the morning
Transfigured
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Into lightIs enough.
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Place of mystery
In the darkness
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As a new day dawns
A day that has not been before
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And in this brightening
Being
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Is our present
Living.
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Wroxeter’s
A Roman place
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And in that space
So many souls have wandered
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Today like them
I watched the sunrise
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And just like them I stopped
And pondered.
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