In Macedonia …

In the lost valley

wild flowers swayed

in the silken billows

of the meadows.

A cool wind played

among the aspen leaves

flickering in

silver tears of light

like misplaced stars

bereft of night.

In the foot-hills,

a disused chapel stood abandoned,

white cupola, a silhouette

in an arc of blue;

frayed bell-rope swinging

in the chill wind that moaned

from the mountain pass.

I heard the toll of history

in those soundless echoes ringing.

Both conquerors and vanquished

bequeathed their warrior bones

to this verdant plateau

where their ghostly shadows tread;

where time and nature

have healed the wounds of war

with a sanctuary of silence

for both the living and the dead … .

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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2 Responses to In Macedonia …

  1. Shermeen says:

    ‘I heard the toll of history
    in those soundless echoes ringing’

    Compelling lines. Your thoughts are deep and you dress them in words so ‘efficaciously’.

  2. atomsofstars says:

    It was a memorable occasion, Shermeen.

    Thank you very much for all your interest and your kind words of encouragement.

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