Art Katherine

I felt like a collapsed old football

When I woke up this morning in bed

I thought I was going to church then

I went out with the devil instead

The devil has got all the energy

He’s got a  real life of his own

Sometimes what’s offered in church seems

Like playing with long whitened bones.

The devil won’t conform to the rules so

He is free to be his true self

What are we doing on earth now

Storing up nothing but wealth?

What would you do with your freedom

What do you do with your joy

Even in one single moment

There are people that you could annoy.

Be true to your own personal values

For what else has anyone got?

Try to write your own diary

That person whom you have forgot

I wish we were in Blythburgh again .

By the floodlit church on holy nights

The angels in the roof eternal, pure

A gift to eye and heart and mind and sight 

Down the river near to Southworld town 

The ferryman will row you in his boat. 

For just 10 shillings you can get across. 

Already in my purse I have some notes

We sat high on the harbour wall one day

Beside the marsh the footpath gave delight

You could hear the crickets’ wings and you could pray

Ahead was Southworld and its built delights

I see it now but in my own mind’s eye

For you are gone and I have said goodbye