Well it has been a while since I last posted, but i am in Europe at the moment and it seems with a change of scene I have had a change in my state of mind. My lazy and oft sleeping muse has received a timely kick to the head.
Wrote this after visiting the Theatre at Epidaurus. The acoustics are amazing.
Glistening ageless stone bones
Peerless offering bowl to the gods
Where once tramped the heirs of Thespis
And crowds consumed myth and meaning
Here I stand unworthy of the position
Transfixed by echo divine
Do I hear my own voice reflected?
Or is it ancient whispers?
Windswept shades from healing sanctuaries
Or ancestral voices calling me home
