Thursday, 9 May 2013


All that remains is a tall square tower and broad buttresses.
A religious house since 927 AD
Now an Abbey Church,
Honey-coloured stone.
I entered as bell ringers began their Peel of eight bells,
A three hour requiem for one of their number, recently deceased

Afternoon sun underlines the rhythm of Romanesque
Clearly evident on the southeast fa├žade.

A noble knight in marble,
At rest in the south transept,
His cloak and armour clear for us to touch.