The hands of my watch went backwards ...

Cut into the dark wood of the gallery railing were the initials of bored choristers, long since dust in mossy graves - 

The gallery creaked beneath our feet - below, invisible worshippers sat in high sided box pews, listening to verses from the Second Book of Moses - 

I traced the letters of the centuries old graffiti with my finger tips - bones clicked against the wood - pen knives carved letters and geometric shapes - the hands of the watch my dad gave me started going backwards - 

11.30

March 13 2015

St Mary's Church

Puddletoen

Dorset