Attic stones dusted down from memory
Connect the ancient ruin and museum bound dedication

But the old holds attention still:
Memories re-discovered
Stories fat and foretold
Songs without tune but with rhythm
The stone silent and constant

A goddess, lion, bear or gorgon
The gaze fixed and haunting
Never alive and yet never dying
Painted into animation
Bright, aggressive, foreboding

Three thousand years since
The first conception, construction,
Destruction. Re-building,
Extension, destruction, re-use,
Isolation, re-discovery

And now I re-tread capturing
That thread of history – with the dust underneath