The Monastery
It was a Day
He wore his cocoa-brown shirt
not silk sort-of
sort-of splayed with sinewy
filamented palm trees in
green fibrilangulared leaves
no coconuts; draping to him
like a cosy vestment tucked
deeply beneath...
St. Bernard de Clairvaux,
Oh, this sunny Sunday Morn.
to know beatitude, of a place
traveled stone by stone
stone upon stone remade
for It's Image imparvenue,
about the nave, there
a photo-snapping Song and Stepping
Borne with the Smile of Day
East to West they children
in a Rhyme... Sublime...
Alas, now,
The Day apass
from East to West
His vestmeant for cocoaed-brown
draped to him
like a cere-cloth, & tucked beneath deeply
recalls to the Day-nearly
(8.21.1153)
and the Massacre of the Troubadour, &
a felo-de-se, en Masse!
H.e.m.
7.21.MMvii.
("MWABD")
Copyright © H Mantel | Year Posted 2007
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