JUST HIM AND ME MCMLXXIA Poem by Terry CollettA YOUTH IN AN ABBEY IN 1971 HAUNTED BY A WOMANDom James sent George and I to clean out the guttering on the back of the abbey a view of the Solent from where we stood, Deus videt omnia, dropped leaves and bird's feather clogged the black guttering made water overflow, Hugh rang the bells of the abbey tower we saw his thin shape enter no Quasimodo was he, make love to me she said make me feel and feel so I did, pray as though everything depended on God work as though everything depended on you Augustine said, le travail est notre prière the French monk said showing me how to sow seeds in the abbey garden summery heat on black serge, George swept the refectory he said sunshine poured in through the coloured glass windows onto the tables and benches making patterns on the floor as an art work, the Austrain monk sat by the cloister wall with me and said die Heilige Dreifaltigkeit ist ein Geheimnis, Mary has a special relationship with the Trinity Dom Charles said daughter of the Father mother of the Son and spouse of the Holy Spirit, the abbot walked the cloister black robed head lowered in thought or prayer hands hidden in the pockets of his black habit, you must finger here she said and placed my finger where she meant, qui Dio ci parla the Italian monk said as we brought vegetables in from the gardens to the abbey kitchen where Dom Patrick cooked, I don't know why we are here but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves Gareth said quoting Wittgenstein as we sat on the beach after lunch casting stones in the sea just us him and me. © 2016 Terry Collett |
AuthorTerry 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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