Writing: Droll Thing

by Beauchamp Art

It’s done
The currency is exchanged
And these fickle bonds
are thrown off like so much loose baggage

There will be no holiday
On sunny isle
Or frosty fjord

Goodbye was a haze and still
There’s shape in the mist
So brutally defined

Strange in reoccurrence
Fit for lucid moment
But cage in delirium
That vivid outline
Set against pale horizon

Yet a recurring theme
A subtle roll
Rumbling away
Shaking the body’s core
Makes Troy fall yet again

That outline
Two circles
One say atop the other
A mythic geometry
Too vague to comprehend

Some Nomad
Of here and there
But always a globe away
Funny old thing
On the X1 heading off
A steamed wonder lost abroad