John Rickell Poems
Comments about John Rickell
Butterfly Trapped In A Norfolk Church
Where were you last Christmas
hiding in the dust behind the altar
underneath an oaken pew
patched in darker brown, not oak
like the patch on a poor man's coat
The peace of God around you
trapped in loving kindness,
fading altar flowers no food for you
anxious glances to the door,
the mesh obstructed door to keep out birds,
which kept you in, had I not come.
You let me take you from the sill
filled my hand with joy
bride-like walked with me along the aisle.
I threw you to the sun and wind
saw flowers tremble in ...
Shropshire In January
The Shropshire lane makes its uncertain way
Passed the old school house at Pennerley
Untaught for many a year,
The children now with siblings of their own.
Passed the old mine shafts
Where lead and silver long since ceased.
Crumbled walls where once
A poor man kept alive, but just,
A family far too large for comfort,