Abbey Steps

Katherine's avatarHow my heart speaks

I’d like to visit Whitby and its shores
See the Abbey ruins on the cliff
I can’t climb those steep steps any more

The whip of salty sea, the shells, the lore
The  old town with its alleys and its fish
I’d like to visit Whitby and its shores

We heard the seagulls shrieking, Jesus rose
We were in a cottage but in fact
I  won’t climb  those abbey steps no more

In my mind I find an unmarked door
A dream comes by,  who  whipped my tender flesh?
I’d like to visit Whitby and its shores

Fish don’t die like sheep in abbatoirs
But yet it must gruesome so to thrash
I can’t climb those steep steps any more

I don’t like eating fish,I hate their whiff
It makes me conscious of my father’s death
I’d like to visit Whitby and its shores
Who can’t climb those Abbey…

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The Imagined Abbey 2

Katherine's avatarHow my heart speaks

The knobbled grassy tussocks we walked on

May  be the swelling graves of monks, derided, gone.
The vertical  calls out in one high wall
A  fiery blackbird makes the final call.

The  plainchant  praising  G-d   has charged the air
For  us who don’t entomb our inner ear
The sacred music floats away like leaves
Bewitched and married by an autumn breeze

We stood in silence, viscerally stunned
The river was as clear  as love’s demands
And still, in my mind’s eye, I see that stream
I  am  held by the imagined Abbey’ in shared dreams

An elegiac moment caught in words
Entranced by symbols  like the darting birds

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Within and without.

Confusion is not entirely within a person.It is affected by the setting or context.

Also being given an enema just befor being in moved to a different place is not a good idea Would you like that ? All your crap running out in the corridors.Is they insensitive or what ?

Rain your self in

Compulsive talkers have trouble reigning in their speech

The Queen has rained for many yares and long may she content you

This window needs new pains soon

My wife is in labour the waiters have broken and are running down her legs

Get a broom quick

Will gorse do?

Do what ,,, pass water.

Anyone can pass it jji by nun

But few can swim

Immature though old

Apparently I’m old

But I’m still immature

And I have noone to hold

And too much to endure.

Cannot I be bold

Erotic, chaste impure

I’m alone with my own soul

I think about me you all

My lover is too tall

Or else I am too. small

It’s relative I call

But lead can turn to gold

I miss you

I miss you how I miss you how I miss

i wish that I could feel your honey Kiss

I wish we were in Richmond in the rain

the place your family came from,little lanes

i wish we were in York,the minster lit

as the choir sang nearby we would sit

i like to go to Mickle gate, the house

then there is the Ouse so swif so loose