Mary
It was her sandelled foot
and bared calf I noticed.
She was kneeling.
A strong young woman
convinced in truth,
a plain flawless face
hair spilling out
under the required scarf.
In stone.
Larger than life-size.
Niched in the Chapter House.
Now I know her touch,
her attentive gaze,
her restless mind.
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 12:26 AM UTC
Mary
It was her sandelled foot
and bared calf I noticed.
She was kneeling.
A strong young woman
convinced in truth,
a plain flawless face
hair spilling out
under the required scarf.
In stone.
Larger than life-size.
Niched in the Chapter House.
Now I know her touch,
her attentive gaze,
her restless mind.
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