Avila was my cathedral fix.
I stood in the heart of this monastic center of Spain,
a few short miles from El Greco’s Toledo,
surrounded by churches, cathedrals, temples, cloisters,
palaces, towers, and the River Adaja.
This thousand-year-old walled city, built
on the summit of a rocky hill, was said to embrace
mysticism and history,
art and heroic chivalry.
It was a city of saints and silent warriors.
A quiet city.
Yet the afternoon I stood within ancient Avila,
I was aware only of the honks and beeps and oogahs
outside the medieval walls.
everything is stunning Gene
Thank You for this virtual view
Archaic Trinkets
Vickie
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Regis
this is what this excellent poem is, Gene.
Highly atmospheric, full of love and appreciation
but the distraction of what we've become is all too real.
John
Ever,
Christine
Sounds like a very beautiful, interesting place. What a shame the 'quiet' city was ruined by the sounds of an annoying city. Take care.
Mary