Thursday, 16 March 2017

The pilgrim outside Fathom's Deep ...




The bearded man sat for a while on the bench outside Fathoms Deep

He wore green wellingtons with thick soles and a leather hat - 

A pouched belt went round his waist - 

His camo gear was pristine, his skin deeply tanned - 

He'd placed his ruck sack behind the bench -

He rolled a delicate cigarette with one cunning hand - 

I wondered where he'd walked from, where he was going - 

It was as though a pilgrim had walked into the gentle town - 

He carried with him, I thought, the memory of sacred roads - 

His shadow had been cast by a scorching sun - 

Upon his tongue were the traces of ancient songs - 
 

11.00
Thursday 16 March 2017

Wareham
Dorset 


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