ANXIOUS STARE MCMLXXIA Poem by Terry CollettA YOUTH IN AN ABBEY IN 1971 HAUNTED BY A WOMANOnly to please God is why we are here Dom Joe (dear Bunny) said, facientes voluntatem Dei, he went and got me macaroni cheese for supper even though I was late arriving and a mug of cocoa with skin on top, agréable à la langue et le c"ur a French monk said, you can have me anyway you choose she said and I did, the impudence of the sinner displeases God as much as the modesty of the penitent gives him pleasure said Bernard, from my room(cell) I saw only the rooftop of the abbey and the grey slate wet with rain, Hugh talked of his carpentry work I made the chairs in the guest house common room he said he was no George Hepplewhite and I told him and he sulked, l'orgoglio viene prima di una caduta the Italian monk said as we walked back from our Thursday walk to the abbey, Dom Gregory stood in the shadows of the cloister half in half out arms crossed staring into the garth, she lay on her bed welcoming legs spread her garden of Eve visible and Elvis sang from the Hi-fi, I polished the choir stalls after the office of Terce and sunlight poured from the high windows on the polished wood, blessedness is not the reward of virtue but virtue itself said Gareth quoting Spinoza as we threw stones at the incoming tides on the abbey beach, red and yellow bricks on walls and cloister and the church designed by a monk and built by local workmen and I stared and ran my hand along the bricks as I walked, ver a Dios y ser feliz the Spanish monk said as we worked in the orchard picking apples for the refectory store, the wooden Crucified on the wall of my cell aged by time and wear at night before sleep I would kneel there and give it an anxious stare. © 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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