Rumblings In The Nunnery Poem by james watkin

Rumblings In The Nunnery



Idol of the happy faced
Bed-leapt for, sisterly
Each child, a wanton pagan
Those morns summery
Why, saintly sun, to such like
With haloes, cloud-concealed
Are we moaning now of sin;
In rooms of stillness, sealed?

Sunday, November 17, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: humour
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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