The girl in the church...
The girl in the church
dreamed in her pew
as the words roared old
and smoked her view...
She blew them away
with her mind control
and let them ignite
as they clashed and rolled...
Lost in the haze
of the odd and the queer
she stared at the clock
on the wall so near...
But the words rushed on
with bellowing roar
so she blocked them out
and glared through the door...
The minister thumped
his fist in the air
she opened her eyes
as he closed in prayer...
Joy Weare,
6th December, 2009.
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