REFECTORY MUSES.

MONKS AND A NOVICE IN AN ABBEY IN 1971

He slurps his soup,
the Dutch monk;
the monk on the stall,

reads
from
the life

of Cromwell.
I see onions swim
in the thin soup;

she invited my hand
to Eve's garden,
to weed amongst

the growth there.
The abbot
beneath

the crucifix,
bites an apple,
juices seep

from his plump chin;
as did she
with me.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

...wonderful, simply wonderful!!


My best,
Kelly

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, Kelly.