Before colours could bleed their
Into the new day
The wandering hidden people danced;
Danced to celebrate reaching
Season-border clapper bridge.
Dressed in sliver and grey motley they
Long-step patterns around
Rippling pyres of tall, blue pale flames.
The world around lay fierce-choke quiet,
Holding a night-long breath:
Yet I felt the music:
Echo-ghost voices of deep-jet whales,
Ice-heart sibilant percussives,
Vibrations of undiscovered stars,
Chorus winds of dragon-banner conflict.
They shunned me not,
Showed gentle respect and,
Though I know I will not meet them again,
I no longer neither doubt not fear
Their presence here,
For they belong as much as we –
And I hold the future closer, tighter now.
- Tarr Steps: 3,000-year-old bridge ‘where the devil sunbathed’ is rebuilt after floods washed away two-tonne stone slabs (dailymail.co.uk)
- 3,000-year-old bridge known as the Devil’s sunbathing spot is washed away as 2012 comes to a very wet close (thisismoney.co.uk)
- Tarr Steps gets a mention (loiselden.com)