It was only
or especially
the way it was standing
at the end of the road as a promise
of a next day,
a goddess
in the deafening light
and a weakness in the knees
* first published in June 2018, reviewed in June 2019
in the light*
It was only
or especially
the way it was standing
at the end of the road as a promise
of a next day,
a goddess
in the deafening light
and a weakness in the knees
* first published in June 2018, reviewed in June 2019
The photo hits me in the tummy: so true of neNew Zealand and my childhood. The poem too.
Oh great! I am glad it resonates with your childhood. I really like the Moutere area. It always seems there is a little bit of magic there.
I love this! Like so many little country churches, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. And to be noticed in this way with a poem.
There are not enough wooden churches in the world for me.
There’s something lovely about them, a luminosity created by ordinary people who decided for themselves to build them. A kind of holiness of the ordinary.
So well said “holiness of the ordinary “🙂