Michael Edwards

THE CHAPEL

 

 

 

THE CHAPEL

 

A box obscured by boundary wall,

no ancient skills adorn its frame

no cunning artifice deceives

the wandering eye, the probing mind.

And here it sits in this lone spot,

where open swathes of quaking grass

pay homage to the morning breeze

and dense partition separates

the valley of the heath and furze

from sleeping sedge and bowing rush.