Bacchus Hanging On…
Peering from the top tier’s exposed rim
At Orange’s classical Roman bowl,
Across rooftops, beyond a lusty belltower,
A weathered edge
Of the impressive theatre’s exterior wall
Had eroded into the profile grim
And justifiable scowl
Of Bacchus, the wine god, whose glower
Frowned his disapproving gall
At the monument’s proclivity to fall;
Yet despite his precarious inclination,
I was, to his predicament, in thrall…
Pete Ray
September 2019
Orange, France and a weathered section of architecture at an ancient theatre, the top of which looked like the profile of a Roman god.
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