Sealed in at Wroxeter

Inspired by a visit to Wroxeter, home to some of my ancestors, in Shropshire  (August 2018), and composed in a Prado Lounge Café Bar in Suffolk.
Box Pews at a church in Selattyn, Shropshire

Doors click open.
Let me in and
latch me in,
keeping me
seated.
Listening.

The Vicar steps up,
announces himself,
boxes himself in and
shouts
The Word –
His Word.

I listen
to myself –
thoughts
bouncing back
at me from
varnished wood.

Dead trees –
now breathing.

Copyright of text and photograph owned by Jay Cool, September 2018

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