THE WHOLE NIGHT 1971A Poem by Terry CollettA A YOUTH IN AN ABBEY IN 1971 HAUNTED BY A WOMANI stood in the cloister and breathed in the cold morning air and heard the echo of the church bells tolling, Deus tactus, birdsong on the air, trees swaying as dancers on the stage of the green fields, ici est Dieu autour de nous the French monk said opening his arms wide, she undressed slowy revealing each aspect of her body to tempt, before all and above all attention shall be paid to the care of the sick so that they shall be served as if they were Christ Himself said Benedict, Hugh moaned of noises as someone passed his cell door, I climbed the ladder in the abbey orchard to gather apples as shown by Dom Charles his tonsured head visble from above, Gott unveränderlich ist es wir die wir ändern the Austrian monk said as he aided me to wash dishes in the kitchen, the smell of flowers from the cloister garth and the heat of the sun, I shall spread myself wide for you she said I shall open up like a flower at dawn, I get tired of the darkness all around me Therese said the darkness itself seems to borrow from the sinners who live in it the gift of speech, God is unchnaging Dom Joseph(dear Bunny) said it is we who change, I entered the church for Matins the lights lit up in the chill morning darkness as the monks gathered like ravens at feast of bread, i nostri peccati si aggrappano a noi come i pidocchi the Italian monk said as we walked before Compline stars above us and moon bright, come to me she said come stay and make love the whole night. © 2016 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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