Exeter Cathedral

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Gargoyles warn of an impending doom
as you take a breath and leap forwards
into an unknown marble darkness.

Faces glazed in an eternal solitude,
crying out for their patronage from forgotten corners.
Hushed voices and pointing fingers,
searching, looking, finding,
the Green Man.

Under the Madonna
he loiters and remains.
The constant reminder of a nation divided.

Vandalised memorials beg for attention,
subtle murmurs of a lost dignitary and an
unyielding faith.

Hands locked together in prayer or
on the skull of an anonymous acquintance,
Placing their fate in the careless whispers
of a bored congregation.

They will always remain where we fleetingly dwell.

© 2010 Charlotte Chase 

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