Posted by Admin on 25 May 2006, 12:00 am
Of archaeology I sing, November excavation and
that dig which brought to light, out Bowcombe way,
a harness-ring of bronze – a ring that lay amid
mixed Samian potsherds, oyster shells, and bones,
cosmeticised with verdigris, complete with curved
attachment plate, some sixteen centuries old –
a ring whose connotation comprehends a pair
of horses, sturdy, strong, and fleet, full-tilt
across the vale; and, axle-hot, a bouncing chariot
repulsed by Celtic chalk and flint –
comprises, too, the Roman at the reins;
so warm for Mithras, Martial, and mosaics,
so cool towards manumission!
From The Hounds of Cridmore and Other Isle of Wight Poems, a book of Mr Hudson’s poetry with many illustrations by Heather Cobb.
T. C. Hudson
© T. C. Hudson.
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