poem: A Memory Of Durham
A Memory Of Durham
stone arches reflected in green water
steeped in history, shrouded in mystery
a monument to man’s past struggle with nature
beneath, rowers like an insect float
eight strong men in a flimsy fibreglass boat
eight strong men and a cox, straining sweating triumphant
our worlds overlapped but they were very different
a fountain a lake some ducks
could all be seen through shelves of library books
a fire at midnight, a clearing in the woods
and music and dancing and music and laughter and music and love
over the hustle and bustle of my busy student life
a strange peace fell like snow in winter
it was 1977 and all was well
suddenly, time played me a trick
three years slipped by in the wink of an eye
three long years of beauty and mystery
was this magic or just a lie ?
but I will always remember
the stone arches reflected in green water
Dan Evans ~ 1993
artwork by Katie Warwick