Zaduski**
Posted on Wednesday 12th August 2009 1:40 am
The strength of Catholicism
is catching.
The hostel surreptitiously offers drinks,
As if breaking the law.
Not the best time for a holiday,
Where blackness permeates the air.
Kościoły emit screams of souls,
There’s a haughty guilt haunting
The native pedestrians.
This is the oldest church in Krakow,
It sits in the square, surrounded by pigeons,
Pecking at dust.
There is nobody, no lights, grey rain,
Closed for religious holiday.
Could never have known the strength
Of Zaduszki,
Of visiting the fateful dead and
Forgetting the faithful living.
We’re just passing not staying,
Not that you’d notice.
is catching.
The hostel surreptitiously offers drinks,
As if breaking the law.
Not the best time for a holiday,
Where blackness permeates the air.
Kościoły emit screams of souls,
There’s a haughty guilt haunting
The native pedestrians.
This is the oldest church in Krakow,
It sits in the square, surrounded by pigeons,
Pecking at dust.
There is nobody, no lights, grey rain,
Closed for religious holiday.
Could never have known the strength
Of Zaduszki,
Of visiting the fateful dead and
Forgetting the faithful living.
We’re just passing not staying,
Not that you’d notice.
**Zaduski - a Polish tradition of lighting candles (znicze) and visiting the graves of the relatives on All Souls Day.
Moral of the story: Don't go to Poland at the beginning of November if you expect anything to be open kids!
Jeff Dawson
Fri 14th Aug 2009 12:07
Hiya Beth, nice one, and there's me thinkin it was some fetish you had for doing things in kitchens, cookin obviously, hope to see you soon.
Don't know if you've got to any poetry gigs but just to let you know that we've had to cancel the Tallulahs one - problem with venue, completely out of Half Evil or WOL control, hope to see ya soon Jeff xx