It’s day ten of NaPoWriMo 2015 – double figures!
The origins of this poem go back to 1992, although the words were inspired by a sculpture I came across in some woodland in Margam Country Park, Swansea, South Wales, in the mid-1980s, which I photographed. This image is only a rough scan of an original monochrome print. My photographic images of sculpture have inspired more than one poem since.
Observe the watchman of the skies,
Feet planted firmly on the ground,
Binoculars held tight to his eyes,
No utterance or sound
I wonder what matters most
As he guards his last post
With fixed grin
Is it really worth his endeavour,
To brave the virulent weather,
When he is the last man on earth
And standing on his own grave
© Nick Ritchie 2015