No sanctuary in the church,
Doors in rigor mortis,
Only the graveyard remains open,
Silence kisses my cheeks, and
As I turn to leave I hear it -


Cleric crow caws,
Bishop blackbird chants,
Seagull saint sings,
Chaffinch curate trills,
Pious pigeon praises,
Holy owl hoots,
Divine dove coos,
Reverend robin rants -

'The church is where you find it!'

Poetry by Christopher Fernie The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-05-28 at 22:33

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bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
I like the motley crew of sound imagery: birds of all kinds cheeping and singing. Nicely done!

You are so right!!Church is where you find it.What better church than nature?

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well done, Chris. I attended just such a service this afternoon.

Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
Avian arias of a sylvan symphony!