Lindisfarne: Beside the Priory in Autumn – Wight

As mouldered soapstone corpses sleep shaped upon sarcophagi,

a waxy moisture varnish glaze

– maybe the damp of cheeky river-bed sadness stream

or furrowed fearing globule sweat of crime recalled –

now long parched, now taut-drawn plucked-like flesh,

but hearty murmurs, or wandering-thought-permitting incants

have seeped the sandy blushing stone, deep-ingrained and hidden.

Yet hints,

like glimpsy cobble edges barely scaping plastered tar

are known,

for dried-up channels course

to be moldavite refreshed, and sin remain.

And in this sacred space I dare

uncover what was left before

though the long watched of the night

saw sheltered view of shaded wight.



Used by permission of the author.

Stephen Kingsnorth

Stephen Kingsnorth (Cambridge M.A., English & Religious Studies), retired to Wales from ministry in the Methodist Church, has had over ...more