Forgotten Monastery

Forgotten Monastery

A Poem by Judy Ponceby

Stark against steel gray sky
Steeples rise sharp
Grazing lowered clouds
of hazed vapor.

Hallowed halls echo
ancient steps treading
remembered paths.

Whispered breaths
of voices once raised
in praise and worship
play soft on gentle breezes
in the folds of time long gone.

© 2012 Judy Ponceby


Author's Note

Judy Ponceby
Inspired by a photo of an ancient church still standing.
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A faintly ironic tone sets the church's ambition against the ravages of time. Beautifully modulated. Reminds me of the work of the Irish poet Austin Clarke. Well done, Judy. I wish I could write this well.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Judy Ponceby

7 Years Ago

I was very taken with Austin Clarke's work that I read and will be reading more. Thank you for tell.. read more
Judy Ponceby

7 Years Ago

Much prefer Sir Clarke's writing I have to tell you. :) Just the sounds of his words blending togeth.. read more
John

7 Years Ago

For me Larkin combines exquisite craftsman ship with a great verbal inventiveness. I know what you m.. read more
Plenty of auld monastery and grey skies here, emotive and evocative sights, like this poem is Judy x

Posted 7 Years Ago


My Dear Writing Friend Judy,
A beautiful thought provoking write from you as usual. I was able to see clearly in my minds eye a building made by hands that sought to connect to God. I thought my monasteries surround me they are the mountain ranges. And I do hear the whispers in the gentle breezes.
When are you going to be published? When you do I would pay gladly for a copy. I hope this spring is your best yet.

Your Adoring Fan in Alaska, Laughing-Bear


Posted 7 Years Ago


wow, like your poem and really like the picture of the church it looks really old, spooky yet peaceful and relaxing. the kind of place to find some inner solititude

Posted 7 Years Ago


Mmm, I am savoring the sounds and images evoked here. Alleluia...

Posted 7 Years Ago


Vivid.
I was there, for a moment..
Or at least it seemed that way. The words capture the image consummately.
I love it.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Beautiful in It's stillness, a wonderment Judy.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Wow, this is good stuff. Really good stuff.

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Judy Ponceby
Judy Ponceby

Swanton, OH



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