Alrewas Church Tower…
Wind tousled hair, wrapped around faces,
Starlings hidden from view;
Leaded roof ridges firm over Nave:
Grimy, stern expressions of gargoyles,
Irritated by the incessant rattle and whip
Of the flagpole, frowned down at blackened, weathered graves.
Wind closed eyes, grimaced my face,
Staircase spiralled from view;
Uneven steps beckoned through Tower:
Surly, stark repressions by monsters,
Irked by the human prattle and lip
Near the flagpole, growled down with besmirched, wicked glower…
Windy Alrewas, after climbing the tight, awkward spiral staircase to the top of the church’s tower.
Gargoyles seemed unhappy at the intrusion…