The joust begins
spirits beware
Cracked pavement
eroding shores
The light cowers
where dark prevails
Crumbling towers
broken stones
Sorrow clings
where joy flees
- – -
c.b.w. 2012
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The joust begins
spirits beware
Cracked pavement
eroding shores
The light cowers
where dark prevails
Crumbling towers
broken stones
Sorrow clings
where joy flees
- – -
c.b.w. 2012


Perfect marriage of words and pictures. So atmospheric. Makes me want to go and check out St Dunstan’s…
It’s worth a visit to see both the gardens and what remains of the architecture.
Wow. “The light cowers where dark prevails” is genious!
Thanks.
fabulous words and image. Makes the dead come to life once again.
That church was a magical place – I couldn’t believe how much beauty and strength was centered in one location.
May the war within end, now and forever. Thank you for this poem, CB.
Thanks for reading!
can’t say it better than kate above–perfect marriage of words and pics – you should make this into something people can keep -
Thank you so much!
I’m actually in the process of researching the possibility of turning this series into a chapbook. I just need to find a small press that will accept poetry with photographs.
Even if there is only one copy, it is a record of my journey.
GOOD!!!!!! I am glad to hear that!
The picture is beautifully composed … and so are the words.
Thanks – I wish I had more pictures of this place, but I love how this one turned out.
Your words are a nice complement to the image. Your photography is splendid lately!
Thank you!
I guess playing with all the buttons on my camera is starting to pay off.
Coming by to boost your stats, and enjoy a bit of vicarious traveling to boot. LOL Lovely!
Hahaha! Thanks on both counts.
The ivy crawling over the weathered brick wall and peeking in the windows is beautiful – as are the words to describe it. I love pictures of ld churches.
Thank you.
Ivy is all over London, but I think it really give this old church a spark of life. After standing for centuries and barely surviving the blitz in WWII, it remains as a place to find peace.
Perfect image to accompany the poem.
When I finished the poem, that was the first picture that popped into my mind.
Love it!
Thanks so much!
Beautiful picture. If this is all that remains, this wall, or partial wall, I can understand how this castle/land can bring mixed emotions. Sadness that it is no longer, and the possible scenario that caused it to become what stands today.
Miraculously, the bell tower of this church is still standing! For the Brits, St Dunstan-in-the-East is a reminder to stand strong and carry on.
Gorgeous (words and image)!
Thanks so much!