February…
The parish church presided,
Watching over its congregation
Of cottages, spindly awry fencing
And the worn detritus of village life…
The village church resided,
Teetering above walnut trees
And stern, stone dwellings,
Tucked away from the elements and the strife…
The pastoral church, lopsided,
Witnessed births, marriages and family strife,
Before opening its soil to receive the cadavers
Of villagers who have passed from this life…
And a pallid sunlight smoulders behind clouds, smoky and rife
And its reflections lie ragged, as if slashed by a knife…
PETE RAY
JANUARY 2018
Kirsty Elson’s model which is the February image on her 2018 calendar…
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