The Gate
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- Written March 2024
Open for all who pass under its arch,
Jagged leftovers hanging down
Like the portcullis
Excluding the unwanted.
But here they're welcome
Hosted in the b-'n-b
At half another price
With tin can collection,
Saying something for the poor,
As the choir sings loftily,
Hymns sanctioning fair play
In time to a rhythm
That echoes across the aisle
Through depths of darkness.
Misguided, but guiding
Beyond what's known;
Irreverently ignoring the irrelevant,
Pursuing their own truth
So switch off the light.
During the Art Retreat,
Launceston Castle and St Mary Magdalene Church
March 2024