Penelope followed me into the time hallowed nave -
The church was far from hearth fires -
Only shadows in the fields marked where houses had been -
Lapwings flew above chalk and flint -
Snowdrops softened the lonely churchyard -
On the south wall of the church, a king, one of three, held high his proud hawk -
Three skeletons stood tall with their long dark bones -
Above the quick and the dead, Saint Margaret of Antioch was received into Paradise -
Each side of the altar were stone coffin lids, worn smooth by prayer -
I imagined gentle people, coming from the fields -
The walls of the church, vivid with meaning,
The wheat emerging golden from the earth -
12.00
Friday 10 February 2017
St Mary the Virgin
Tarrant Crawford
Dorset
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