Holding time....Love hearts adorn the walls *revis

The old stone house has lost its place
roof tumbling in
paynes grey flags gleam 
monumental memories, of the famine
An ash tree shoots through 
remaining fragile 
brittle slates

Wild scented roses, wrap white wash stones
with protective arm clasping time.
Pink distemper walls 
adorned with hand painted motifs
faded by light
its artist
summoned
to the heavens

Artistically scribbled names and love hearts
memories lost
to yesterday's passions
now mark the churchyard
with marble gold engraved stones

Ivy strangles red painted peeling door
the black open fire
stacked with kindling dropped by the furroging crows
on a quest to line their nests
Staring though the dust filled panes,
the green hills race forever

The bedroom where Lizzie slept
seems smaller
The aromatic smell of her sweet scented perfume
still lingers.
Light shines through mist filled pane
filtering dust.

A picture of the sacred heart beams
ravages of time and memories
held in the open handed gesture of the Lord
I can hear the music of Ave Maria
sung by the church choir
echoing footsteps
of hurried parishioners,
to the Gothic Chapel
on the hill

Untouched by time, memories gather
flock to the dust
corridors that held the past entombed
genuflect - 
in silent
reverence.

© Rea 17th March 2009