Communion is an act of sharing. So I'm sharing the title poem of my collection of poetry, which was inspired by the chance sighting of a 15th century mural warning against the perils of Lust, on the wall of the nave in St Winifred's Church, Branscombe.
her eyes are narrowed and her face
he binds her close
in red mouths of sandstone spires,
in sumptuous, honey-coloured quires,
once used as store for vestments,
warm with candlelight and incense,
filling up with sand and lapped
by worn stone steps.
beneath the fan-vaulting of trees,
she’ll smile and slither to her knees
like her dress of lovat silk
snagged on a hook.
If you like my poems, the collection is now available to buy. Please contact Indigo Dreams for further details, or, if you would like a signed copy, email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Price is £7.99 inc p&p within the UK, £8.50 inc p&p to the rest of Europe, £9.50 inc p&p to the rest of the world.
'Deborah Harvey's ... poems are raw and true. She is the real thing' Hugo Williams