Of Polonnaruwa and Midday Heat

Of Polonnaruwa and Midday Heat

Troops of children breathe and learn,
of cultures hewn from stone.
Ancient peoples long removed,
their ruins lacking throne.

From sun-baked sandals
Toes protrude,
Or hardened soles meet
Soil nude,
Bare behinds from dwarves
Maned beasts, paw raised, stand guard

In a green leaf filtered glow,
the snoozing monkeys lie.
Whilst at the speed of midday life,
lone tortoise plods on by.

By David Bugg (2012)


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