A dense morning fog hides
statues flanking the river on both sides
and wraps the castle in a shroud,
hiding its glory from the small crowd
that leaves the medieval town
to cross the Gothic bridge of stone.
We dodge each oncoming tourist,
each phantom emerging from the mist,
make our way to a coffee stand
and buy a cup to warm souls and hands.
Sipping and exhaling steam, we stroll
into the square, towards the Old Town Hall,
buzzing with visitors at this early hour,
their faces like upturned sunflowers,
watching the gold disc tick and tock
around the zodiac of the Astronomical Clock,
a primitive but complicated planetarium
composed of stars and moon and sun.
Reminding us of passing seasons and the dead,
a skeleton marks time with a nod of its head.
Kim M. Russell, 28th May 2019
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: On Wandering and Observing, also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform
This Tuesday Anmol is our host and he tells us about his recent experience of wandering around an unfamiliar place and observing his surroundings with a perceptive eye. Which is why this week he would like us to wander around for a bit: take an old familiar walk through the sights and smells of our towns or cities; revisit journeys to someplace new; metaphorically stroll through memorized images and pictured memories, and then he’d like us to write a poem about all that we see, feel, touch, know, experience.
To inspire us, Anmol has shared a quotation from Rebecca Solnit and poems by William Wordsworth, Rainer Maria Rilke (one of my favourite poets), Charles Reznikoff and Owen Lowery.
I chose to combine and rewrite two poems about a walk I took with my husband some years ago on a visit to Prague, a city that captured my imagination.