Poet’s Corner

The Tunnel TaleA blazing sun the locus bathed;the pilgrim Thims,expectant, primed,rehearsed the anthems,trailed the chantsthat welled up to a sound sublime.Ten thousand throats and thousands more,through eighty summers,keeping faithwith Walfrid’s dream ofCeltic pride -now on the cusp of full array.As undergroundthe jousters milled,a contrast starkgot underway -striped Latin gods,groomed, oiled and tanned;hooped, gallus Lions:their ‘Day of Days.’Facchetti preened, wee Bertie prowled;we nudged and winked,th...