(Photo: M. J. Richardson) I carefully descend the Dean's Steps
to magnificent Llandaff Cathedral.
In the graveyard some tombs have split apart,
forgotten souls with many tragic tales
branches hissing as if their ghosts amongst
daisies and dandelions which do not care
about mortality, grief and despair.
Statues of saints adorn the cathedral walls
like spirits as I enter through the wooden door
to be greeted by the fantastic Epstein's Christ
and rainbow murals lit up by the summer sun.
An elderly man recites a prayer
as I touch a pillar steeped in history
feeling tranquillity entering me.
to magnificent Llandaff Cathedral.
In the graveyard some tombs have split apart,
forgotten souls with many tragic tales
branches hissing as if their ghosts amongst
daisies and dandelions which do not care
about mortality, grief and despair.
Statues of saints adorn the cathedral walls
like spirits as I enter through the wooden door
to be greeted by the fantastic Epstein's Christ
and rainbow murals lit up by the summer sun.
An elderly man recites a prayer
as I touch a pillar steeped in history
feeling tranquillity entering me.
