In recovery

We came from all directions
a caravan of tatters 

To the uninitiated this passage
of peoples, random as a rout
a seasonal ceremony
or word-of-mouth pilgrimage
to hear a prophet speak

Some of us left 
supplications to the source of ceremony
bewildered by the pitiless nature of affliction
and the core of humanity that smoulders
in such fevered ashes

I’m 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

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