REFECTORY MUSES.A Poem by Terry CollettMONKS AND A NOVICE IN AN ABBEY IN 1971He slurps his soup, the Dutch monk; the monk on the stall, reads from the life of Cromwell. I see onions swim in the thin soup; she invited my hand to Eve's garden, to weed amongst the growth there. The abbot beneath the crucifix, bites an apple, juices seep from his plump chin; as did she with me. © 2015 Terry Collett |
StatsAuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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