“Gradually the magic of Corfu settled over us as gently and clingingly as pollen.” ― Gerald Durrell
This week, Poets United has as its Midweek Motif theme “Journey”. We are all travellers, spatially, chronologically, experientially and spiritually, so it’s not hard to identify to this theme at all. Here is a memory from one of our trips to Greece, several years ago.
Journey to Corfu
A walk alone in the old fortress while the sun sets,
This week, Poets United has as its Midweek Motif theme “Journey”. We are all travellers, spatially, chronologically, experientially and spiritually, so it’s not hard to identify to this theme at all. Here is a memory from one of our trips to Greece, several years ago.
Journey to Corfu
A walk alone in the old fortress while the sun sets,
The air so sweet, the breeze so soft, the evening perfect.
Below the city stretches and I see it as if on a magic carpet ride;
The centuries around me crumble, time a fleeting sweet perfume.
The stones, if they could speak, what tales I would hear,
The earth if it could sing, what songs, what hymns, what psalmodies!
I look and sight contented rests for whole eternities on wine dark seas
And my mind travels on a ship hewn of history.
Restore the peeling paint, patch crumbling walls,
Upend the fallen stones and lo, the English to the Venetians cede their place,
And the Venetians to the Romans; behold, the Lion smiles on the arch above,
And somewhere always there, always alight, there is Greek fire.