I breach the oak doors
Odiferous damp confronts
Mixes with incense
Serried box pews patiently
Wait for sermon or Larkin

nicholas-ripley

Church Going

Jun 6, 2026

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dj-thomas

Interesting play on words, sense of place endures, invoked by smell and your sense of touch! Tanka you 

marshal-gebbie

I have touched those ancient oaken doors.
I have felt that cloying dampness.
I stood quietly in that church
and felt the heavy hand of
another man's God.