The joust begins
spirits beware
Cracked pavement
eroding shores
The light cowers
where dark prevails
Crumbling towers
broken stones
Sorrow clings
where joy flees
The remains of St. Dunstan-in-the-East, London, c.b.w.
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c.b.w. 2012
The War Within
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C.B. Wentworth 
Perfect marriage of words and pictures. So atmospheric. Makes me want to go and check out St Dunstan’s…
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It’s worth a visit to see both the gardens and what remains of the architecture. 🙂
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Wow. “The light cowers where dark prevails” is genious!
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Thanks. 🙂
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fabulous words and image. Makes the dead come to life once again.
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That church was a magical place – I couldn’t believe how much beauty and strength was centered in one location.
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May the war within end, now and forever. Thank you for this poem, CB.
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Thanks for reading! 🙂
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can’t say it better than kate above–perfect marriage of words and pics – you should make this into something people can keep –
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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.
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GOOD!!!!!! I am glad to hear that!
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The picture is beautifully composed … and so are the words.
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Thanks – I wish I had more pictures of this place, but I love how this one turned out. 🙂
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Your words are a nice complement to the image. Your photography is splendid lately!
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Thank you! 🙂 I guess playing with all the buttons on my camera is starting to pay off.
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Coming by to boost your stats, and enjoy a bit of vicarious traveling to boot. LOL Lovely!
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Hahaha! Thanks on both counts. 🙂
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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. 🙂
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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.
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Perfect image to accompany the poem.
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When I finished the poem, that was the first picture that popped into my mind. 🙂
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Love it!
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Thanks so much! 🙂
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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.
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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.
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Gorgeous (words and image)!
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Thanks so much! 😀
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