The One We Left Behind

 

Against the odds,

Despite the gods

Weary Xenophon has a chance

To lead his tired warriors

Back to sea-offered sanctuary.

But the course will never be his to choose:

Across rough territories lorded by

The worst of the worst;

There will be no rest from strife –

And, as we already know the return journey

Is never the same as the one that got us here …

And the beach may not be

The one we left behind.

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Distraction and Disguise

Rainbow flames its brief bridge

Of blazing colours across the April sky;

Sharp showers, darts of cold air.

From up here, atop one-time

Old Howe Ridge, long-time ago home,

Site of ancient farm and a school

That educated all and the one

It is impossible to see the distant,

Grey-cloud blanketed city in its role as

Industrialised, scarred prostitute.

Distance and spring rain are

Distraction and disguise.

We travelled between

Historic limes to get here:

An avenue where, much later,

Joyous wights will chance the

Wedding gambler’s dance.

 

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