St Govan Chapel

Saint Govan’s Chapel They stood with their raincoats and rubber boots at the top of the cliff Clothed in anger and fear they braced the elements and honoured the Saint A hermit had lived in a fissure hewn into rocks by the tides and corrosion The Chapel had been a later addition to weather storms for silent prayer Souls stuck on survive they had arrived at the abyss to halt their demise Hearts on surrender they threw caution to the wind for one final shout ‘Maybe the dolphins will offer a ride or the seagulls will take us higher’ Into clouds of salvation where their minds had failed to deliver release He picked wild flowers and arranged a crown on her sunken head Yellow Poppies for Peace and Wild Garlic to fend off their demons Caressed the breeze in her hair embraced her Puffin tattoo and Sank into her bell feathered arms seduced by kindness and hope Raindrops fell like pearlescent seashells from a rainbow while rosaries’ Ocean spray tickled their weather worn skins and covered their sadness Wind brushed away urchins of cobwebs and urged them to proceed Sun rays reflected the moon as they enlightened their shadows’ horizon Stripped to the core and essence they unlaced gloom and their burdens Stepped forward in time and let nature answer echoes of happiness Before they knew it stark naked bodies mingled under moons’ canopy As they spooned their fortunes together and went deep inside joy They felt younger by the minute and recalled the ancient wisdom that A healthy body resides in a sound mind and rekindled passion and life Soon they would not hear the sound of waves but felt the earth move To rhymes rhythm and metre holier than holy and discarded insanity Tongues licked the salt of the earth kissed cradled abandoned restraint And tied a union made in heaven transported into ravines of rapture The gods blushed a bit but looked kindly onto the feast of delight No one demanded that life must be prudish when beauty unveils 06th June 2019