I was at Cambridge

Years ago.

Was cold and damp

Years ago.

A kindling thought in years ago

Romance in mist and thoughts I knew

In cold and damp

I made a fire

Cold and damp

Sparked fearsome flames

Cold and damp

Sparked  furnace spires

Cold and damp

Sparked yearning desires

No water could expire.

Peterhouse, a furnace fire

Searing cauldron

Thoughts in burning

Molten ore

Tempered steel

Of rusticated

Rust and polish

Glistening iron

Supporting things and

Things what’s more.

A thought

A frame

In old age

An and or and or and and an

I steal

To make a beam

To hold the frame of future

To make what’s more of more

Of cold and damp in Peter’s House.

Stan