Having not read Chaucer

for VEM

by T.P. Wilkinson / July 2nd, 2017

And were the rolling hills of Kent
seaward through
boughs on roads well bent
to cross the slender shoulder
that separates
Calais and Dover.

Attuned the ear
to blades of grass
listening
afar from spires
stained glass
glistening

There between
my heart and fears
There among
my thoughts and tears
Straying cautiously
Still unseen
‘Cross Augustine’s stone portal I went.

Cathedral of Canterbury

T.P. Wilkinson, Dr. rer. pol. writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..

This article was posted on Sunday, July 2nd, 2017 at 8:04am and is filed under Poetry.