St. James, Avebury – a poem by Jane Blanchard

St. James, Avebury

	13 October 2018


How many who have entered here have found
what they were seeking? Safety, peace, salvation,
communion, hope, direction, inspiration?
We two, who simply want to look around,
open the heavy wooden door set in 
the Saxon archway leading to the nave
enlarged by Normans, whose descendants gave
the rood a loft and screen, considered sin-
ful later and removed but now restored.
Immediately we feel like trespassers:
a woman mopping floors of stone deters
our passage. Greetings given, we turn toward
the altar, bend or bow, then say a prayer
as scent of minted cleanser fills the air.

Jane Blanchard lives and writes in Georgia (USA). Her work has recently appeared in AllegroLightPulsebeat, and Snakeskin. Her collections include Never Enough Already (2021) and Sooner or Later (2022).

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