A Country Churchyard – Poem

This is one of a series of poems, written by my Grandmother, that represent a portrait of her childhood in Thomas Hardy’s Wessex, places and people she loved who are, for the most part, no longer with us. She dedicates each and every poem to her daughters, and has kindly given me permission to share them with you all, enjoy…

 

A Country Churchyard

Some clever people might have thought

It was symbolic. A row of

Snakes, dead adders that had been caught

Within the churchyard, hanging there

 

Along the wall, like measuring tapes,

Diamond backs fading in the sun.

Temptations left the mouth that gapes

And eyeless sockets see no more

 

But those who came to tend the graves

Must run the gauntlet of the wall.

And whispers, from the praying naves,

Attest his kinship with the Fall.

 

© Dorothy Davis-Sellick 1998 onwards

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