Art'chaeology in situ

One wet and windy December day I took a walk along the Gower, in search of raised beaches. Instead I found that an intangible artist had gone long before me, leaving behind sculptures made from stone.


On the face of it

many people will not see

the world spiralling

past, their heads in the sand, eyes

closed to the approaching tide.

(#Tanka)

A golden eye swam

in seas of stone - holding a tale

we can barely see.

Even time can be

punctuated, a grammar

of geology.

(Sometimes hearts are not

recognisable because

they form upsidedown)

A heart and

a foot

took

a walk

side

by

side

across

the

centuries

Langland has a heart that doesn't look like stone - lime washed by an old shore,

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