Cathedral Green

Cathedral Green

I lay abed that morning

First night away from home

Restless and long awake

The covers still unfamiliar

Watching the light breaking through the curtains

Making new criss-cross patterns

On different walls and furniture

In a room I did not recognise

And I heard the heavy bells

Deep and penetrating

Striking every quarter hour

In that early part of day

And I crept across the floor

To peer through cloudy windows

And the rain-streaked panes

At the freshness of the green

The cultivated square

That was the cathedral lawn

Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2016