if it's a bout churches
then it's dusk
dusty hassocks
dust in the vestry
damp stone
flaking lime-wash
foxed paper
burnt wax
font and pulpit
a tired organ
a brass cross
bells, of course
columns, the roof
an upturned boat
and wood
wood in the pews
perhaps a rood screen
a padlocked box
slate and lead
and light
streaming light
coloured and plain
Christopher carries the child
across the torrent
Mary simpers
Angels wield sword and flame
Published by colinhopkirk
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.
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Colin Hopkirk Poetry 
Posted Powiv site 29 July (Day 603)
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