Poetry

Ancient Rome

I went to see the world

It took me back in time

A glimpse of somewhere else

At the edge of my mind

I opened up the door

My world disappeared

As the cold smooth stones

That lay upon the floor

Saturated my senses

Pulsating in the air

Images of the past

Floated through the corridors

Alive, young and free
Laughing eternally

Searching for youth

Amongst the mineral springs

Of these ancient Roman baths

By: Barbara Matters

12 November, 2011