Recommence the wanderings
In the medieval citadel
Your muse shied of the shadows,
Ducked from the spells
Hunched under gargoyles
Tiptoeing, barefoot and silent
Convinced of the afflatus
That chose you and prattled
In the mortar
The spiral stairs would wind you ever upward
Your muse in cower at the echoes of the echoes
Written with Brendan Bonsack
By Reka Jellema & Brendan Bonsack
September 2014