Poetry

Tuesday, 24 November 2015

Wells Cathedral Blues

To the Apostles and Saints on the Cathedral Walls

All you Bishops and crowned kings
Come down from off the palisade where you watch
Come walk with me on the green today
Come open the twenty second catch

All day long, you keep the walls
Like shadows ever shifting
The sun comes up then fades away
Like our hearts we are ever lifting

Come down you rooks from your castle
Come step off your Cathedral Carousel
(We all may find so many things to keep busy
But take time out by the spring and the well)
Come down and bring your gift-parcel
Of Christian scroll to tell

I wish your watch were not so long
I wish it were safe for you to descend
I fear the world has moved along
Beyond where your merry-go-round ends

Come step off your stone plinths
Stand your weary feet down
Lay on the grass your batholiths
Lay down your heavy crown

The people on the green are not made of stone
Our hearts beat and break in time
There’s no sense spending eternity alone
To remain up there is a crime

The Saints and Apostles go stepping in time
The Cathedral Walls are weeping
Shine on their light in a shade of lime

While below on the green, their disciples are sleeping

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