silent tomb
vines spin and wind
around time
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Photo: St. Dunstan in the East, London, c.b.w. 2006
A church hollowed out by the bombs of WWII, stubbornly holds on to it’s pride and sense of purpose. Where people once worshipped, a stone skeleton stands covered in vines, flowers, and the warm summer sun. A place to find solace, this is a pocket of quiet in a bustling city. Still, if you sit and listen, there are echoes of the past. This place has stories to tell and if you’re lucky you might just hear one.
Words: c.b.w. 2019
C.B. Wentworth 