by T.P. Wilkinson / July 2nd, 2017
And were the rolling hills of Kent
seaward through
boughs on roads well bent
to cross the slender shoulder
that separates
Calais and Dover.
Attuned the ear
to blades of grass
listening
afar from spires
stained glass
glistening
There between
my heart and fears
There among
my thoughts and tears
Straying cautiously
Still unseen
‘Cross Augustine’s stone portal I went.
Cathedral of Canterbury
Dr T.P. Wilkinson writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is also the author of Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa (Maisonneuve Press, 2003). Read other articles by T.P..
This article was posted on Sunday, July 2nd, 2017 at 8:04am and is filed under Poetry.