BUNKER ON PORTLAND BILL
This windowed concrete slab
Touching the hedgerows
Bunkered in leaf-strewn soil
Muskets were reddened here
By shorter men than I
Defenders of a long-gone realm
Stooped between fissured ceiling and creviced floor
What mayhem bedlamed this rocky causeway?
Its cannons foddering the deep
The stun of steel slamming granite
The stench of gunfire turning stomachs
Loose limbs cluttering pathways
All quiet now on this promontory;
Sheep nibbling, tea and scones in the old armoury
Picture postcards of battles fought and won
In the shadows cast by the big guns
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I very much like the description here and the striking contrast between then and now. It’s years since I’ve been to Portland Bill. This brings it back vividly.
Thanks John. It’s years since I have been there also; I really love the place and must pay a (long) overdue visit.