My name is Charles Bridge. I was conceived and born in 1357. I have survived floods and seen many changes, wars and revolution. I live in the centre of Prague. During the day, I am entertained by the musicians and pedlars that attract tourists and citizens whose footsteps wear and smooth my stone on their way between the Old Town and the Castle. I am visited by birds, who perch on my balustrades and, as it gets late, I have the company of my thirty statues and the moths dancing in the lamp light. Even in the shroud of autumn mists, my nights and early mornings are brightened by Prague Castle lit up against the sky.
and a river of seasons
stone but not alone
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
Because I can’t find my own photos, I have used images found on www.prague-guide.co.uk and http://www.flickr.com
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday
This week Grace has been thinking about bridges: how one can go from one side of the bridge, cross over to the other side and have a different view of the landscape shimmering with autumn colours. For this haibun challenge, she would like us to write about the bridge from the first person: as a physical object, metaphor or perhaps a person who has been a bridge in our life. As it’s Halloween, we can write about the bridge between life and death. She also shared some bridge quotes to inspire us. I was taken by the quote from Mehmet Murat ildan: ‘The fate of the bridges is to be lonely; because bridges are to cross not to stay!’