Cathedral – a poem by Julie Sampson

Cathedral All around this echo-chambered womb a rush a beat………..the drone…… cathedral bees the bells…… (Cull) their toll……. this ebb and weft of words We come to crouch in choir stalls, this morning it is (lambing) lamentation time the rite is drawing close near …….we stop to bow our heads Dies Irae……. Dona Eis Writers […]

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