Water of ages

(prm)

by T.P. Wilkinson / May 27th, 2018

Springs
in the desert
Bells
ring
in the night
Hidden
like the heart
the juices of light
Waiting
wading
washed
in the deluge
Bottled
beauty
from centuries past
Catching
caressing
those who seek refuge
Winds
whirling
skirts twirling
Centuries
collecting heaven’s tears
at once blossom
with all of love’s years.

Flower of the Boaba tree in Recife.

T.P. Wilkinson, Dr. rer. pol. writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..

This article was posted on Sunday, May 27th, 2018 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.