Michael Witts: ‘Ariadne’

AriadneFor Fred Lang RN rtd There! The Southern Cross.HMS Ariadne’s war-time Commander, long retired,points to the unfamiliar southern sky.On the edge of civilising light, where paths tangle into a bush labyrinth,I wonder why you chose to point this out precisely then.

Under your words I hear your sigh,your stream hitting the dust and dry grass.That’s why you were startled on my approach. I join you taking a piss.



We shake last drops, then turn in lockstep towards the light,following the thread back, to the weave of conversation carried on inside. Michael WittsThe post Michael Witts: ‘Ariadne’ first appeared on Quadrant..