a road submerged
in yellow-brown water
algae overgrown, painting
asphalt slimy green, slick
under toes of swimmers
standing on it
just to say they did
while others float
oblivious
to what’s beneath
a mining town
in ruins, revived:
grass foundations, walls
of tumbling brick and crawling vines
a bakery, a courthouse—
forgeries with electric fires
robotic prisoners—
a people’s last attempt
at molding an identity
an ancient city
mummified in ash—
weapons, pottery,
mosaics, houses—
productive destruction
a portrait of antiquity
beheld and admired
as archaeologists stitch
the holes torn by
displacement in time
a temple erect
on a limestone base
and marble columns
once crumbling
from neglect, wars, invaders,
now conserved, guarded, hoarded,
speculations made
on faded color, missing metopes,
a stolen goddess statue,
replicas made far away
mere shadows
decorative misinterpretations
of Classical Greece
expanding echoes
About the Creator
Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
Learn more about me: thewritersscrapbin.com
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