Norwich Cathedral - a poem today

From every flat, from every hill
She can be seen.
And every day, and every night,
Standing tall and still, she keeps guard on an ever changing city.
Stories ring, through her ancient bones
Of stone.
Graffiti etched voices, sombre songs. Echos of centuries. Long gone.
Rich with medieval rites; with rights with wrongs.
And sermons preaching good from bad
That listened. Sometimes.
Now saturated with memories of old, and all around, the walls. Protection?
From the highest point, her gaze falls far,
No mirror for reflection.
Her shadow shames the modern.
Her steeple; a wildlife haven, a point of no return.
Time,change,life. Moves at her feet.
All knowing, she, contentedly,
Looks on.



I didn't do much today. Wrote the poem on the bus going in this morning. Moped about. Went and photographed the cathedral from all sides at lunchtime. This being the best lit. Home at 4. Grabbed Henry for scouts, then shopped. Very happy i only spent £67 which is just under my £68 budget! Egg & chips for tea, now a film. Glad to have Jon & Mollie home. Looking forward to a lie in tomorrow:-)