Inside the barrow
\nIn its complete darkness
\nI sit on my stool
\nAnd its as if my eyes are
\nClosed to what is outside
\nOf my being
\nAll seeing all freeing
\nAnd hearing my call<\/p>\n
Who else may have sat here
\nWho else shared this silence
\nWho can say who can tell
\nDoes it matter to me
\nStrike a light
\nSee the rockface
\nFeel it, and know it
\nThe last person living
\nMay be<\/p>\n
I came in from the light
\nCould i see any more
\nThan the darkness inside
\nThan the feelings that are
\nSilently delving now into my marrow
\nThe marvel of what is
\nthis true long barrow
\nWhere my thoughts are so far<\/p>\n
Greater the smell it is so over powering
\nIs it the antidote that just may take
\nMe back to a time when England was quieter
\nWhen I collected tin from the Dart
\nAnd did make
\nBeads for my lady
\nMy ravishing beauty
\nRendered to dust in the annals of time
\nBut brought back in thought
\nOf the truest injustice
\nThat slithers and withers
\nTo life in this rhyme<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Inside the barrow In its complete darkness I sit on my stool And its as if my eyes are Closed to what is outside Of my being All seeing all freeing And hearing my call Who else may have sat … Continue reading