The source …

High overhead the mid-day sun

releases oregano scent

and the honey-bees of Hymettus

are hypnotically content.

The courtyard of a marble church

reflects the white-hot heat

and, to my delight, a cool spring flows

beyond a worn-smooth seat ..

Wisteria vines and silver birch

become a dappled timelessness
of shade

with lilac flowers and luminous bark

a memory that will not fade ..

In this violet, hallucinatory light,

I imagine
..

an ancient Athenian who, having slaked his thirst from the self-same spring,

sits now upon this marble stone, thinking his Socratic thoughts alone … .

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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6 Responses to The source …

  1. cloudfactor5 says:

    nice imagery, especially liked the ending!

  2. Francina says:

    beautiful scenery which I could imagine sitting there..

  3. Good morning, poetess…lunchtime isn’t far and ‘oregano scent’ made me stop reading…I will continue after…A good lunch, to you …and thank you so much……

  4. atomsofstars says:

    Hello again, Didacus …. Thank you … oregano is a delightfully appetising herb .. wonderful with tomatoes, I think.
    Hope you enjoyed your lunch 🙂

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