Such stories to the lizard
Must belong! Clandestine,
Waiting, hidden in her ancient
Cleft between the deep-hewn
Rock of ancient empire, and
Byzantine church. Tales, not
Tails, of power, whispers of
Passion and murmurings
Of fear – she hears them all.
And as the town is sacked and
Then abandoned, she claims
Her space again, and later welcomes
Pirates to her parlour, booty
And bounty both illicit stored.
Come soldiers, bishops, priests
And fisherfolk across the years.
Our lizard stays her course through
Changing DNA, and still is here
To welcome tourists in the heat:
Most to ignore, but some to step
Aside and wonder at her welcome:
Side’s watchful ancient, armoured,
Gentle, scaly confidante.
A quiet moment in a shaded ruin
-not quite alone!
Turkey, September 2011
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