FELT ALL DONE MCMLXXIA Poem by Terry CollettA YOUTH HAUNTED BY A WOMAN IN AN ABBEY IN 1971The taxi dropped me off as the bell for Compline tolled, veni creátor Spíritus, best go to the church because that's where the monks'll be a guy said so I went into the church February 68 that was first time, la casa di Dio, red lamp at altar end and a few lights by the choir stalls and a monk walked by genuflected and walked on by to ring the bells again, she had that sway of hips and a nice butt and I swam into her deep seas, Dom Joe said have you eaten? no I said so he took me to the refectory and got me macaroni cheese and hot cocoa and sat talking about the monastic life, Dio chiama ma pochi risposta, smell of incense and hot bread and smell of flowers from the cloisters, kiss me she said there there so I did, non introíbo in tabernáculum domus meæ, listen and attend with the ear of your heart said Benedict saint that is, Hugh folded the napkins with the carefulness of a maiden with the deep set eyes of a seaman, prier pour Dieu dans la vérité the French monk said as he walked with me to the chapter house, moonlight and stars and shadows where the clositer walls on the outside allowed in light, it is not enough to have a good mind the main thing is to use it well said Gareth quoting Descartes as we sat in the novice's room awaiting Dom James, plough my field she said sow seeds, the bell tolled over the cloisters and it was getting dark and Compline was ending, making the sign of the cross as we entered church, but that was later in 71, seeking through darkness and felt all done. © 2016 Terry Collett |
AuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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