Evensong

No sanctuary in the church,
Doors in rigor mortis,
Only the graveyard remains open,
Silence kisses my cheeks, and
As I turn to leave I hear it -

Evensong!

Cleric crow caws,
Bishop blackbird chants,
Seagull saint sings,
Chaffinch curate trills,
Pious pigeon praises,
Holy owl hoots,
Divine dove coos,
Reverend robin rants -

'The church is where you find it!'




Poetry by Christopher Fernie The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-05-28 at 22:33

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Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
I like the motley crew of sound imagery: birds of all kinds cheeping and singing. Nicely done!
2020-05-30


AFRODITE STATHI
You are so right!!Church is where you find it.What better church than nature?
2020-05-29


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well done, Chris. I attended just such a service this afternoon.
2020-05-28



Avian arias of a sylvan symphony!
2020-05-28