My consecrated masonry crumbles and the bones of my joists are split and splintered. Grey light filters through shattered slates and windows, chasing dry dust motes through portals without doors. Thick brick dust trickles.My pointed arches barely withstood destructive forces. The only kindness I receive is from pigeons cooing in my beams,roosting in my ruins. […]
Tag: Church
Lost to the Sea
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Friday Night Music Prompt # 56: The Mary Ellen Carter by Stan Rogers It was once a flourishing coastal resort Mentioned in the Domesday survey, With a toll on every fishing boat That washed its nets within the village boundary. Never a stranger to North Sea outrages, The village crept […]
A Rural Sunday
With a reedy fanfare, A whistle of wind Across empty fields, The sun appears From murky cloud; And the village church bell, Clanging loud, Beckons its straggle Of parishioners Up the muddy lane And back again, To Sunday grub And the local pub. © Kim M. Russell, 2016
writing in north norfolk 