Jan Oskar Hansen Poet Blank verse

Church Bells

Church Bells 
Once I lived in a charming English village, near 
an ancient church, every Sunday morning 
on my only day off, the bloody bells chimed.
Thought I saw a woman cycling to mass in 
the mist, and it wasn´t Germaine Greer.  
When Muslims ruled Andalusia, they tolerated
 Christians, but a poet of that time -Ibn Baqi- 
 circa 1059 1112, wished they wouldn´t clang
bells so hard waking him up when air was cool, 
sleep sweet and his Christian mistress had to 
get up and go to mass. So far nothing has 
changed, dear Ibn Baqi, the bells keep on tolling

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Carol Sunshine Brown July 11, 2012 at 7:48 AM I am so happy I was able to read your poetry today Jan. Thank you for sharing your writing with us always. So many diverse poems here and always a pleasure to read. Hoping you will continue to find the inspiration to write. Love, Carol Jan Oskar Hansen July 11, 2012 at 10:55 AM thank you Carol

Kathryn Collins July 10, 2012 at 8:23 AM You sure know a lot of things I don't know. Love how you bring the past to the present and the present to the past. love, Kathy Jan Oskar Hansen July 10, 2012 at 8:36 AM thank you Kathy I have book of poetry translated into portuguese from Spanish which againg was translated from Arabic and the poem is in the book he wrote is in the book