Guarding

Gold cherry

By seafret

Mon, 07 Dec 2015
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3 comments
 

Driving through the night-
Norman churches resting on
Low hills.
Lintels lit by car lamps.
Thousands travel past
Jogged perhaps to think of years gone
Maybe jolted to think of God,
Their wedding. Graves.
Hard to go within
When racing past in
Life's fast lane
Hard to slow to
Stone's pace and face
The altar of the heart
In ribs of rock.
The guarded heart tightly held,
Waiting,  illuminated by flashes, bearable this way.

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Comments

Submitted by blackjack-davey on

life is led in the little asides-- the pauses that we don't have time to take

I can imagine this car journey at night through all the ancient cathedrals, Brou, Chartres and the epiphany it is only bearable in brief flashes

the heart in ribs of rocks, nicely put!

 

Submitted by Stephen Thom on

wonderful poem, sentiments very skilfully expressed, in the form of a car journey mirrors it well. loved the last line - 'illuminated by flashes, bearable this way.'

 

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