#Poem The Tower

Transition

A timbered enclosure protects the tower –
granite, splayed-windows.
Oak crossbeams transect the Hall –
a forgotten room, metalwork, sculpture, tapestries.
Rubble-heaps block doorways to Lodge and Chantry.

Secretive in the rushlight
swamped by the scent of moonflower
calmed by the thick smell of tallow
we rest on the hearthrug.
Softwood kindling bursts from a corroded iron box.

Clothed in the heat of blazing sycamore
shadows merge in darkness.
A curtain pulled to one side shows an alcove.
On a slate ledge, devotional bowls clustered in a circle
burning herbs – coltsfoot, golden rod, mimosa.

We steal past the courtyard of the Tudor College
turn into the lane behind the library
run towards the sheds
drag a row boat
down
into the river

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