THE HUSH I FEAR MCMLXXIA Poem by Terry CollettA YOUTH IN AN ABBEY HAUNTED BY A WOMAN IN 1971Moorish bell tower orange brick or yellow in a different light I welcomed on seeing it in sight, extra ecclesiam nulla salus said Augustine or so read, red light at altar end and a monk black robed walked from cloister to bell tower stopping in the aisle genuflecting then walked off to the right in the half light, dimidium lux evening moon shone through high windows as bell tolled deep and heavy, altum et grave tolled bell out of sight breaking the still silence of the abbey where I sat sensing the chill of evening, "ια όταν είμαι αδύναμος τότε είναι που είμαι δυνατός said Paul so read in the epistle he is strong when weak, her two fruits pressed against my naked chest there may I rest said I with a deep sigh, soupir profond taking in the chilled breath in the air silence of the abbey church, Hugh said one had walked past his cell making noise in dawn's light meaning me but I ignored etre comme le Christ or so tried, juger les personnes et les choses dans la lumière la plus favorable à tout moment said Dom James quoting Vincent de Paul in the novice's room after terce, she opened up like a bird her wings there her nest lay and I engaged her as she spoke no laughter no joke, I weeded the graves of the monks at rest and moles had tunnelled along side by the stones, talpe di nuovo the Italian monk said pointing at the mounds come piccole colline, I knelt in the choir stalls eyes closed trying to capture God's voice but just silence, sicut silentium a pin could drop and I'd hear the deadly hush I fear. © 2016 Terry Collett |
StatsAuthorTerry 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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