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I walked the Via Dolorosa slowly brushing passed pilgrims,

in front of me an Arab man dragged two tortoise in a plastic bread basket.

They clambered over each other unable to see the rise of the path,


neither knowing I am sure what they were or where they were heading.

At the Church of the Holy Sepulchre the man rested on stone steps,

lifting the creatures from the basket he set them free.


They moved slowly like petrified life toward the towering doors

seemingly weighted down by some unseen burden,

Inside pilgrims kissed the sacred stone where Christ had lain dead.


The Tortoise man turned his back and walked away

no-one noticed the two-by-two tedrapod,

too late for the arc too insignificant to be seen in such a place as this. 


© Wolfgar 2/2018


◄ At gates

An Old Poet slips away ►


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Wolfgar Miere

Mon 12th Feb 2018 06:09

Many thanks for the like Colin.


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Wolfgar Miere

Sun 11th Feb 2018 15:12

Thanks Martin,

I was so pleased to snap the picture as it adds a little bit of authenticity.

Tortoise seem to be quite popular in these parts. I saw a young girl taking one out for a walk today, I need to research this strange attraction.

Maybe I'll adopt one myself.


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Martin Elder

Sun 11th Feb 2018 13:43

You paint a marvellous picture her David even with out the photo
Nice one

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Wolfgar Miere

Sun 11th Feb 2018 11:02

Thanks elP, Ray and SS.

This was a strange thing to observe.

I'm not going to go into it (relief I'm sure) but the tortoise being released at the Sepulchre did seem strikingly symbolic to me, especially after they had been dragged along the Via Dolorosa.

Either that or a scene from "The life of Brian"

SS, this place does get under your skin. To be honest I find it all rather sad (though historically hugely interesting) that so many people devote so much lifetime to faith, imagine the drinking time lost, all the fornicating missed out on, all that groveling! not for this sinner, ram it!


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suki spangles

Sat 10th Feb 2018 22:48

Hi David,

A multi-layered and fascinating poem. I get the feeling your new home is beginning to seep into you. Keep these wonderful vignettes coming. Cold and pouring with rain here btw!


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Sat 10th Feb 2018 20:24

Lovely sense of the absurd, and that does not rest only with the tortoise. I like the way you imbue them with a sort of purpose. Your presence bursts out in poetry. I get a sense of how during conflict, birds still fly.


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Sat 10th Feb 2018 19:28

..thought fer sher he was going to have soup--what a surprise ending. Guess I must be out of touch with the sense of mysticism.

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