depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
golden treasure
fished from Fishpool*
ignominiously brought to earth
workmen forged a building site
of the Shire’s medieval hearth
deep within the Sherwood forest
cached the jewels and noble coin
cast into the ditch like pewter
for fear of loot or loot itself
when the roses were at war
to be rendered unto Caesar
as peace settled up the victor
but none such came to stake the claim
five hundred years of dormancy
in good fortune’s waiting game
then the sixties swung the decade
in peace-pipe post-war, booming fashion
construction broke the hideaway
hit the jackpot of discovery
glinting in the light of day
for gilt we’ve dug and fought and died
but gold falls to our feet at autumn tide
© Laura Granby 2015
* The Fishpool Hoard – British Museum
Inspired by the weekly photo challenge: “beneath your feet“
A wonderful poem to bring this bounty to many of us who had not heard about it….what a history there still to be discovered….
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to see the hoard is to be overawed!
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