St Mary's Wreay
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Thinly sliced creamy sheets,of soft alabaster,from roman mines of Wragmire moss,precisely cut, sheathed in glass,let light play in the apse.
she lostmake it now
carve and workmake it well
range widelyeast and west
pineconelotus
wheatsheafgrape
from manyone.
The church walls are cold and stoneThe marble is alabastercarved and rendered In the face of my sisterthe lichen gathersAs the acorns fallThe milk white face sleeps,
eyes closed to the white weight above.
“A few brave sons protect it now,The bulwark of the laws,While i come here to ask of youto aid the glorious cause,my daughters are like snowdrops sent,All dress’d in white and trimm’d with green.”Fal, lall, &c.
Katherines death unleashed all sarah’s
languages;of art, religion,alkali, irons works, architecture and un-
earthed histories.Roman, celtic hammerd in her
mind.From alabaster quarried in
wragmire,She carved fossils, pinecones,
lotus flower.
“Yon lucid eye shall drop a tear-Thou haughty heart shall bleed-And many moons shall round the yearEre i repent the deed”.Bur hymen heard, and with a smile,Declar’d he’d hover round Carlisle,Fal, lall, &c.
A dim contemplative lightstreams geological strata to reprise layered symbolsfrom Egypt, the orient, Rome, greece:One life from manyhere as one.