At Pero’s Bridge,
where th’cobbles turn to metal
(mist-surrounded),
a blaze-blue spirit, wonder-rapt,
her hair the sunfire, stands.
She runs ahead;
beside me –
her hands about her heart.
At Pero’s Bridge,
where th’cobbles turn to metal
(mist-surrounded),
a blaze-blue spirit, wonder-rapt,
her hair the sunfire, stands.
She runs ahead;
beside me –
her hands about her heart.
william altoft 