'On pitted tracks they crept below the settlements where olive groves still smouldered. Came out only when checkpoints got them in their sights.' Photo: by Daniel Vogel on Unsplash
Another journey
Poem by Roger Iredale
by Roger Iredale
24th December 2021
A hellish trip, that drag through rocks
as blank as faces in a coma, for two
such undertravelled, simplish souls.
Their pathways glinted over carcases of hills
like ribs picked smooth by vultures where dogs
as daft as donkeys brayed the slightest scrape.
