Poems ▸ Restoration


When sagging facades of old cracked stone,
Need urgent restoration,
Or ancient window lintels moan,
For magnolia emulsion
Upon their pitted surface thrown,
Regard this face,
This visage true.

Needing no plaster, no trace
Of putty or painter’s hue,
To brighten up the place,
It wears its wisdom due
To firm foundations which brace
Against the bitter storms that brew
To test its walls, that carapace,

Protective love-that’s you.

CB 2009