Our coats would be coloured green ...

You can see the harbour the parishioner said - 

She'd been sweeping the path free of fallen leaves - 

We looked out over the oak trees at the mazy channels - 

The grey sky promised rain - 

The small church dated back to Saxon times - 

I imagined fragile ships, bards honing rhymes, warriors with round shields -

Perhaps a priest had blessed their swords on this lichened threshold - 

The organist is playing inside the parishioner said - 

Soon we were cradled by the gentle stone - 

The notes of the anthem filled the nave - 

I glanced up at a tender memorial - 

 Near this place were precious bones - 

Thomas Hyde I murmured - 

Also Frances his wife - 

I felt my heart beating within its white nest - 

The organist finished playing - 

We walked outside - 

The clouds had rolled away - 

Above us was a summer heaven - 

Wild flowers would crown our heads - 

Our coats would be coloured green - 

11.45

Saturday 1 July 2017

St Nicholas

Arne

Dorset