WHERE THE SUN LIES.

MONKS AND A NOVICE IN 1971 AND HIS THOUGHTS OF A YOUNG GIRL OF HIS PAST.

The French monk
scythes the tall grass
on the long drive
to the monk’s abbey;

there is a humbleness
about him
like inexpensive
wine.

I sweep
the refectory floor;
her legs were short,
down-like hair

was there,
I ran my fingers up
seeking her secret cup.
The monk in the kitchen

smiles and shows
his few teeth,
wrinkles explode
about his eyes,

I see the morning sunlight,
as if that,
was where
the sun lies.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

I'm going to agree with the reader before me...I think by now I would distinctly know it was you!

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, Kelly, dear. Yes, it was me; I wasn't cut out to me a monk, but I had a go. 8 children & 2 wives later( one son lost) and I am still here and thank God.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Bless your soul, my friend!

[Penlady]

Monks WIL be men! I appreciate Collett talk, like The monk in the kitchen smiles and shows his few teeth (wrinkles explode about his eyes)...if I wasn't already aware I would know it was your writing....

[Terry Collett]

Thank you. Penlady