Ruins

A thrush hops along the broken ceiling
rubbled brick and paint work.
Past cries on ears unhearing and dead.
The walls now overgrown with life,
and the lodestone sinking back.
Ants, spiders, woodlice pullulate
in the cool dark corners hidden from the light.
And in the very Eastern extreme
a hedgehog sleeps on.
Waiting for everything to come back,
to wake up, to re-ignite.
For the Earth beneath to quiver
and history to start again.

With thanks to Kate Laity for the original inspiration of “sinking, pullulate, hedgehog” for the Three Random Word Project.

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