Old Age

Photograph by @jseigar

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.

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