Golden Spade (in conversation with Seamus Heaney)

Original Artwork by Elysia Womersley (@elysiaart)

the spade sinks                  into gravelly ground:

my father digging             we look down.

his sight sees                      remnants of a crown,

from Spear-Danes             cut savagely down.

in murky mires                   a blotched brown;

a holds-hoard                     under musty mound.

of flourished folk               sway they spell bound

decayed desires bare        without sound.

bleached bones clutch      just one touch!

Lost legends in ages past.

© Thomas Gallimore Barker

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