MEDINA BASIN

Posted by Admin on 25 May 2006, 12:00 am

An elongated skyscape fills with cumuli,
ballooning white on blue.
From rolling downs, empurpled now, the shadow-play
descends to gently sloping fields where Jersey cows
are muzzle-deep in meadow grass and clover –
ineffably serene.
Medina, seen in steel-bright sections, darkles, glints,
and takes a gaff-rigged, tan-sailed cutter to the
sea.
An archaeologist, a plano-convex flint in hand,
there contemplates the past.
The sound of far off traffic dies:
the church spires and the dwellings fade.
Afforested, the foreground now presents the first
metropolis of Stone Age Wight – alive with nude
eoan folk, uncouth and unaware that with
their celts and shards and neoliths all history
has begun.