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Ascending south east from Manchester, over

Eyam, the ‘plague village’, towards the Wash;

cruising over the Channel, observing

the shipping below me with wonder like some

latter day Bleriot; then Rotterdam’s docks

and the Rhine; sun glinting momentarily

like fireflies, and I am nonchalant

as Icarus, mindful as Daedalus,

noting place names freighted with histories;

past Munich, and the bared Austrian Alps,

then due south along the Balkan Mountains,

smoke drifting north from polluting fires,

roads following the contours, rivers the colour

of onyx; then the coast, and sea water

the westing sun has turned to mercury,

with Mycenae rightwards, leftwards Troy;

descending over the Dodecanese

to Cyprus – island of Aphrodite,

wine and olive trees, worked out copper mines,

abandoned churches – with its new money

and its old divisions.




© Copyright David Selzer
2 Responses
  • Sarah Selzer
    April 27, 2018

    Evocative – and totally transforms what was a crowded holiday firm flight! That should be subject for another work, I think…. xx

  • Ian Craine
    April 27, 2018

    Hello, David. As I read your Paphos poems I am myself in Piraeus.

    All the best. Ian

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