on Malta megalithic buildings
are theatres of memory
wind wraps itself around rock
blows in from the sea
and whistles through
the oracle holes
the Hypogeum is more
secret built under earth
sound resonates across
spiralled ceilings
the oracles here
are no longer alive
are theatres of memory
wind wraps itself around rock
blows in from the sea
and whistles through
the oracle holes
the Hypogeum is more
secret built under earth
sound resonates across
spiralled ceilings
the oracles here
are no longer alive
this is wonderful, Susan; I could read on and on. The imagery/rhythm is so compelling that this is where the space is being hollowed out for the oracles to live now..
ReplyDeleteIt might turn i to a long poem or aeries of poems. Glad you like it. Maybe I'll write more.
ReplyDeleteI love how this turns into a series :)
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