DELPHIAN DAYS
When daytime’s doors are fixed ajar
and sighing breezes wrap the land
and echo in the heat of day
from summer sun that’s seated high
with hues which tinge the changing clouds
and gentle breaths of air are felt
on Delphian days like these.
And easy is the path that leads
along its dusty cobbled reach
in solitude to reach a copse
in misty prospect dank the trees
that sway like pendulums transposed
abutting mildewed lichen walls
where gloom and solitude prevails.
Avoiding sunlight’s straining reach
and hidden deep, the only door
with peeling paint in evidence
exposing lines of liquid rust
that run from hinges newly oiled
a place that haunts the furtive mind
on Delphian days like these.
(Delphian: a reference relating to the ancient Greek oracle at
Delphi implying the meaning: deliberately obscure or ambiguous)