GOTHIC LANDSCAPE

 

                                                                                 

 

Gothic Landscape

 

 

Thought’s colour broodingly inks through to the skull,

Seeped to pour and stream into the brain.

The bridge is moored there through its anchor,

Above the liquified riverbed afflux.

 

The skeletal fragments of a backdrop,

Etched architecture of a Gothic replica.

Its organic structure today looms out of the fog

Which to the stoner is a mesmeric enterprise to induce Funk!

 

Through the viral air of a city masked,

Its denizens the very harbingers of their own Hell,

Introduces the notion of  Dantian comeuppance.

 

Tramping along on Bachelor’s Walk,

Crossing the widened Carlisle over Gandon’s hump,

Only to reach Eden the irony sits well.