At St. Andrew's parish church
thoughts rise up at once sublime
and bow with cursory respect
where ghosts and guides of old confessors
share the soil with dead professors
who always seem to have the answers
while disconcerting questions hang
and looking up at moving clouds
follow the finger of St. Andrew's church
in accusation of earthly souls
who regularly fall from celestial grace
though occupying this holy place.
Thanks Keith, glad you like it .
Suki, I was aiming at a sort of Betjeman touch; I'm glad you saw humour throughout - my intention. It's always nice to have your lines repeated in a comment; like someone holding a mirror up!
That's interesting David. Plenty of simple workers must have died around here - according to historical records vagabonds could be incarcerated being unacceptable to society. Unfortunately these included fortune tellers "street performers" and musicians. No chance of me ending up there obviously. I love your assessment of the kids!
Many thanks all.... Ray
Hi there Ray,
Wonderful humour!
where ghosts and guides of old confessors
share the soil with dead professors
Last verse too:
in accusation of earthly souls
who regularly fall from celestial grace
though occupying this holy place.
Pithy and witty..
Suki
Ray, I just love this. Thanks. Keith
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raypool
Thu 9th Nov 2017 20:16
Lovely to have your views Tony - always appreciated.