Simon Foulkes Poems

'after me comes one you do not Know' John 1.26

The locust is a bitter food without honey sweetness;
For years life was bitter - scorched, desert-ed
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This is the place

This, this is the place
the place where I was
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As a lark falls
Silent, with sudden destined purpose
So
A man turns, shielding his eyes from the sun
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A last tourist climbs the massive stairs
French brick cools to evening chill: I
Am alone with the Moors, and step down
Over geometric lozenges, through glass doors:
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