SUNDAY DEMANDS.

Fay Slimm.

 

 

Sunday Demands.

 

Rain wringing out cold drops on sodden yards,
wetting Sunday-faced parents 
plus ripples of special-dressed offspring shiver
while mincing upwards in
mud-spattered lines to their weekly salvation.


Built with stone-hard resign and parson ruled 
cliff-top portals proffer no finery.
Blackened by season's salined vageries walls
where maids and their matrons
enter and kneel for sermon's heard warnings
burgeon with sin's built-in aches.
Hatted heads bow as passing dark clouds fling
showered reminders to men,
bent on repair work, know gale-flattened grain
awaits redemption from
sudden winds, cattle-full shed needs spading
and as rickety gates reel
on torn hinges believe time wastes in Sunday
attire when dire demands
out-pitch the rattle of plated coins by brisker
attention paid to maintenance.


Farm-folking labour takes precedence, save
for one holy-day when,
appetite, chapel-quenched, Sunday skirts lift
as boots skid downwards again
to kitchen heaven of savoury smells, tables
stocked in warm welcome
of ready food as kin-folk fill before venturing,
sin-cleansed, preacher-forgiven and
replete with thanks for rude health let hands 
continue to weather habitual 
hymn-expectations by accepted dependence 
of Sunday-demands  in living off land.

 

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 8th, 2018 03:44
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  • onepauly

    sunday,
    the last day of the week
    and the beginning of a new one.

  • Christina8

    What a fantastic poem! "Hatted heads bow"...We don't much do hats in america. I don't even own a hat! I would love to attend a church in England! I digress.....back to your poem, it is very descriptive and I read it twice because it was so wonderful!

  • Andrew Charles Forrest

    WEll penned Fay
    Some great descriptive here of a life well led I wonder what a city version of this would read like
    NO... I hope I never find out

  • orchidee

    A fine write Fay. One place I knew insisted on hats or scarves or some head-covering for women. Hope it's not irreverent to say, but it made some of them look frumpy, or a gathering of the W.I. They can be terrifying, you know! lol. Have I put my foot in it? Are you in the W.I.?

  • Michael Edwards

    Great write and for the record I'm not in the WI although I do sometimes give talks to them - but I forgive Orchi.



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