On a Walk, After the Queen’s Passing

Poetry

A poem by Madhuri.

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I stood in the entrance
to the green yard
looking at the old stone church –
the whole wall of it
full of sun
glowing with sun

And up behind,
a sky black as twilight –
And I heard the bells, the bells –

I walked round to the side
– a tune now, mechanized
but still, there it was –

I went on, into the leafy tunnel
beneath the rich old trees,
mossy walkway
dappled with gold and shade –

bong bong bong
bingly boop bong –

70 years a queen –
as long as I’ve been here;
longer
than many of us have been here –

Grace and forbearance,
in her long captivity –
turning
day by day by day – .

Emerging onto the narrow path
between stream and rough stone wall

And now it rains –
It really rains –

Sept. ‘22, Ludd Village

Madhuri

Madhuri is a healer, artist, poet and author of several books, The Teenage Poems being her latest one. madhurijewel.com

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