Sitting near the brazen head ...

I sat near the brazen head - 

The oriel window was a cobweb of timeworn stone and glass -

I wore my antiquarian's tweed -

I pictured the delving spades, opening the barrows on the high hill -

The bright bones had been lifted up from the dark  -

Later, the parson would sip his Marsala wine, the library warmed by a fire of sea coals - 

A clever pen would dart over the journal's page -

The skull was small in all its parts - 

8 March 2022

Dorset County Museum Library