In recovery

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photoart and poem – ©2017 Laura Granby

We came from all directions
a caravan of tatters

To the uninitiated this passage
of peoples must look as random as a rout
a driven seasonal ritual or word-of-mouth
pilgrimage to hear a prophet speak
of reasons and unfathomable answers

Some of us left there
bewildered by the pitiless nature of affliction
and the core of humanity that smoulders
in such fevered ashes

Tatters, ceremony & pitiless – from Kerry’s word list picked from the poems of Yeats for her challenge: Get listed

[recovering from a serious illness so it will be a while before I can fully participate with blog visits etc so ask patience for the patient]