The Folly

The Folly

Placed in a forgotten world,

Caught between the trees:
an overarching moment -
spirit in matter
monument
scorched
cracked
lifted
firebricks
detachments
and overhangs
a ladder of mirrors
and faces of sheer climb.

Feral, on my knees, I drag block by block up
from the muck and moss. Split my fingers,
heave, my back bent under bent trees :
mad labourer, archeologist.

Folly manifest as tower:
spirit matter,
obsession and delight,
apotropaic, eccentric, last stand.

Put me here, secure me,
stack me brick by brick,
scatter my efforts in the dust.

Look up:

bricks, blocks, iron, clay.
Shifted, dragged, shaped, balancing
through the rain, ice, storms,years.

Here: above, beyond.
Slow, quick, dancing with the trees,
changing, but unchanged.
Raised higher, made, revised.
Subject to fade, erode, slip or fall.

Visit, look, add, stay, go.

The words are the stones,h
the stones in the air.
What was and what is:
memories of furnace and fire.