And the walls cry out.
Gnawing wind scours artwork
into hallowed walls,
Edvard Munch mimicked
by time and tided season:
a silent ‘scream’
within hushment
of abbey bulwark.
’even the stones cry out’
Sculpted praise
in mute wonder:
mason’s work
revealing a surprise bequest
crafted by the Master mason.
Abbot, priest, brothers all
have passed, are past,
recalled to dust and ash.
We walk this way
in remembrance,
washed in the prayer of centuries,
the plain chant of wind and rain,
the pilgrimage of faith.
EDITORIAL NOTE:- This is to acknowledge that ” And the walls cry out ” was 1 of 4 especially chosen poems by 4 especially chosen contributing Poets,to be our very first “Featured Poets and Poems” of the Poets’ Corner@Destinty Church ,the occasion being marked by the Lord Mayor of Wakefield,Councillor Ms.Ros Lund inaugurating this pioneering initiative at 11 am on 11th. January,2012.
A wonderful poem!
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brilliant poem!
thank you very much for your comment
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“sculpted praise
In muted wonder”
…. Lovely lines, Keith.
The title itself reveals the sanctity of beauty of this poem. A wonderful write. loved your penning.
The walls did cried and so we
still it has a hope the time
is just a spectator.
simply wonderful
An exquisitely crafted,evocative poetic masterpiece.
Splendidly sculpted!
Attractive title with evocative content!