ENTERING THE CLOISTER.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A NUN IN THE CLOISTER AFTER MATINS AND HER MEMORY.

Submitted: February 18, 2010

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Entering the cloister after
Matins, Sister Margaret feels
The cold air touch her skin,

The hands hide beneath the
Serge cloth of her habit to
Keep from chill; the fingers

Rubbing the rosary; the dark
Smooth wood running between
Fingers and thumb; and lifting

Her eyes to the dim morning
Skies, sees the moon reluctant
To leave; the sun beginning to

Peer over the cloister roof like
A shy groom; the stars fading;
The birds in flight; hears the soft

Gentle beat of her heart; the wind
Winding along the cloister; and sees
Sister Mary making her slow way to

Her room, her head down, her hands
Hidden, passes by, the footsteps just
Audible, the morning chill biting at

The feet in shoes, and Sister Margaret
Pausing by the wall of the cloister
Garth, stares at the flowerbeds, the

Green grass of lawn, and remembers
Sister Gregory standing by the wall
Some years back, the sunlight on her

Head, the eyes alight with brightness,
With her shadow reaching back like
A second self, trying to foretell of her

Demise, the eyes closed, her dead body
Against the pigsty wall, attracting flies.


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