Terry Collett

Gold Star - 23,291 Points (13/12/1947 / LONDON)

While At Sext 1971 - Poem by Terry Collett

The Austrian monk,
stopped by the church doors,
made the fingered sign

of the cross,
sunlight on my head
as I walked the cloister,

bell chimed the one hour,
the office of Sext to begin,
blessed are they

who go by the pure path,
Dom Henry had said,
that time in the gardens

as I mowed the lawn,
she kissed me
so tenderly,

so softly,
I entered the church,
fingered the stoup,

watered I crossed myself,
Brother John,
sour faced,

eyed me as I stood
in the choir stall,
who walks in the Lord's path

are blessed,
Dom Henry said,
I mowed by the monk's cemetery,

molehills by the graves,
her neck smelt of flowers,
taste here, she said,

taste and see,
the abbot tapped on wood,
the chant began,

the sunlight flowed
through the high windows,
ora pro nobis,

the monk opposite,
eyed his book,
turned the page

with thin fingers,
I tasted her, salt and fish,
a splendid dish.

Topic(s) of this poem: religious

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