THE DARKEST NIGHT MMCLXXIA Poem by Terry CollettA YOUTH IN AN ABBEY IN 1971 HAUNTED BY A WOMANThe bed against the wall near the crucifix on the wall above the bed and a small lamp on the bedside cabinet, et sonus campanae, time to rise and prepare for Matins opened the shutters over the windows to catch dawn's 5am light, and she said come back to bed I want you to make love to me again, George in the toilets getting water in the jug for absolutions but said nothing because of the Grand Silence, Dio parla nel silenzio the Italian monk said after Mass as we walked from the church, sunlight came and went as we walked along the cloisters after Lauds, O Lord help me to be pure but not yet Augustine(saint) said, I wondered that as I washed down the walls of the sluice room after Terce smell of bleach in my nose, la remise de soi à Dieu the French monk told me as I helped tidy the sacristy before Sext and lunch stomach moaning, she was small but she had this way about sex that was tireless, Hugh spoke of his father's visit and his father thought he'd make abbot but he left years later and married, the bell tolled in the cloister the French monk held the rope as we entered for lunch and grace prayers and readings by the reader maybe Cromwell's life, hablar y Dios te escucha the Spanish monk said the rain fell as we waited for Vespers and I saw a rainbow, it is easy to forgive a child who is afraid of the dark but the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light said Gareth quoting Plato on the lawn as we ate tea and biscuits, to walk with God or in His shadow looking for light even in the darkest night. © 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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