The Stain of History
by Michelle Walsh

I hear them ring incessantly
..the bells upon the tor,
reminding me of castles grand
and sparkling days of yore,
where fairies dwelt in harmony
with elves and immortality
and the winds sang peaceful songs
to cease the river’s tears.
I see the past in watery glass,
the reflection that it bares.
I sit and watch these visions as
they move in time’s procession.
In awe I contemplate this state
of history’s impression.