I hope this offering finds you all safe and well.
In safer times,
Some three hundred
And odd years apart
From the putrid Plague.
I was a day-tripping pilgrim
Feverish to relive the past,
Smelling the futile flora
Of nursery rhymes,
Adoring the charming cottages
Of the damned,
Each one a shrine
Listing the families of ill-luck,
A census of the selfless:
X lived and died here...
Y lived and died here...
Z lived and died here...
Later I broke bread
In an Eyam café,
Received wine
In an Eyam pub,
Now closed to the living.
In the social distance
I see myself praying to return.
Poetry by Christopher Fernie
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Written on 2020-03-22 at 15:07
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At Eyam
I went to hallowed EyamIn safer times,
Some three hundred
And odd years apart
From the putrid Plague.
I was a day-tripping pilgrim
Feverish to relive the past,
Smelling the futile flora
Of nursery rhymes,
Adoring the charming cottages
Of the damned,
Each one a shrine
Listing the families of ill-luck,
A census of the selfless:
X lived and died here...
Y lived and died here...
Z lived and died here...
Later I broke bread
In an Eyam café,
Received wine
In an Eyam pub,
Now closed to the living.
In the social distance
I see myself praying to return.
Poetry by Christopher Fernie
Read 542 times
Written on 2020-03-22 at 15:07
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