The song of bells
drifted in the air,
silvery and rhythmic,
the jogging knells
lifted, with care,
Evesham’s mystic
toll that tells
gifted to share
treasure less cryptic.
Shell, bare, monolithic
archway in misuse,
Benedictine abuse.
Muse.
The song of bells
drifted in the air,
silvery and rhythmic,
the jogging knells
lifted, with care,
Evesham’s mystic
toll that tells
gifted to share
treasure less cryptic.
Shell, bare, monolithic
archway in misuse,
Benedictine abuse.
Muse.