Stamped Stark <br />Above the softly shuttered town <br />Sharp square <br />Upon the bare blue sky <br />A shadow on the writhing stream below <br />Slow winding cool <br />About the ancient bridge <br />As if no memory held <br />The anger of a flood. <br /> <br />So, too, the still baked stone <br />Loose-filled to form the curtain round the wall <br />The caverned road <br />Steep churning soundless through the past <br />A bruise-washed path <br />Tight-driven underfoot <br />‘Neath spans of gates now gone <br />By doors immured <br />Once windows, lost <br /> <br />The Donjon rides <br /> <br />(sword-bright <br />the spikes of oleander) <br /> <br />Strides <br /> <br />(the pomegranate petals fallen trail <br />like drops <br />of blood) .<br /><br />Andrew Fincham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-historian-donjon-de-vaison/
