
Old Age by Bernard Pearson
Updated: Feb 2
Photograph by @jseigar

OLD AGE
He readied himself
Once more for the lash
Of the world,
As he rose from
The basilica of his dreams.
The light of winter,
Bedeviled him,
Crushing the hope from
his day like the weight
Of Russian ice.
And yet he had to rise,
To pull his limbs out of bed,
Like an archaeological dig,
Searching for the past,
His past, when the world
Lay at his feet like a game
And his eyes dazzled the sun.
Bernard Pearson's work appears in many publications, including; Aesthetica Magazine, The Edinburgh Review and Crossways. In 2017 a selection of his poetry ‘In Free Fall’ was published by Leaf by Leaf Press. In 2019 he won second prize in The Aurora Prize for Writing for his poem Manor Farm.