Between Bells


The pale Sun clambers up St Andrews steeple

for a moment it trembles like a spinning plate


appealing bells ring out its rise

as the pagan sphere ascends through immaculate skies


dog walkers desecrate the sacred stones

their canine companions water old bones


the ancestors wetted they wander off home

while the bell ringer ponders the silence alone 


In the vestry the Vicar prays for a calling

the congregation is shrinking his sermons too boring


the ladies bring jam and sing out of tune

and he fears that his Kingdom has Come far too soon


with so much to do before evensong

how can it be that these days seem so long


but still he will live out his life between bells

rewarded in heaven for this little hell


◄ This is the place

Death Message ►


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Wolfgar Miere

Mon 4th Dec 2017 21:14

Thanks Graham,

I am convinced I know clergy who have lost their faith but remain within the Church as it offers them structure and order.

Many thanks for reading and your comments.

Just some light relief....


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Graham Sherwood

Mon 4th Dec 2017 13:10

Missed this David,

This is a wonderful idea about the real faith of the clergy. I know a vicar who quite dramatically quit religion so the premise is very valid.

V3 and 4 are brilliant (and incredibly accurate too).

The sun Pagan? Now there's another story!

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Wolfgar Miere

Mon 4th Dec 2017 12:13

Thank you Joyti,

"where do they all come from"


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Sun 3rd Dec 2017 19:19

sort of Eleanor Rigby

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Wolfgar Miere

Sat 2nd Dec 2017 15:51

Thank you Jon, Martin and Ray, also Tina for the like.

I have a cultural interest in the Churches of England, though rarely any particular affections for their congregations or practices.

Maybe it's because I spent so much time in them when I was young, they are such a part of this country's history be it bloody, peaceful, forgiving or warring.

It would be an awful day if we lost the old traditional buildings and their estates, the congregations not so much.

I am a cast out disbeliever among my own flock, so be it.


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Fri 1st Dec 2017 21:02

Although this has clever lines and bathos my favourites are the first four, as they keep us guessing of some special significance which is then put firmly in its place! How much reduced is the role of the paternal church today in the minds of the "selectorate" in this world of bottled myths and legends hatched down. Still, i'd prefer to see it there than another old people's home I must admit!
Lovely to read this.


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Martin Elder

Fri 1st Dec 2017 20:07

I love the line

'and he fears that his Kingdom has Come far too soon'
in particular. Sadly this does seem to be and all too familiar pattern for certain churches
Nice one David

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Fri 1st Dec 2017 17:47

Hi Wolfgar
Great rhythm to this poem. I listened and read it through a couple of times.
Really well worded too.

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