The Curator

December 4, 2012 at 11:07 pm (history, literature, philosophy, Poems, poetry, politics, Stories) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Economically, it was a difficult  time

women itched in woollen scarves

men stamped their frosted minds

a cruel wind blew till their steaming chips were down.


Socially, it was a treacherous climb

He clung to the frozen earth with hooked toes





pebbles snapping like dragons’ teeth

stressed grass grazing his aching knees.


Astrologically, he read the perfect sign

and chose this day to set his sight

at the hill above vast unmolested sea.


At the summit

he would put down his heavy pack

lean his broad back against a small patch of undamaged sky

and watch history unfold.



  1. frommymusings2u said,

    Great write…much enjoyed the reading!

  2. nobodysreadingme said,

    Errm, have to confess here. I must be a bit dense, but I just didn’t get it. As I say, I’m dense. There’s some great imagery though

    • Julia Dean-Richards said,

      Well, as I keep insisting, there is no need for everyone to ‘get’ everything. There is plenty I don’t get. If you like the images, that’s cool – that’s what I like too 🙂

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