Postcard Poetry

To Mum
O’er Minster’s tiles of polished stone,
we walked. The stained-glass panes,
that stretched to reach the heavens, shone.
As tourists flocked – in groups; alone –
the choir sang again…

To Dad & Jane
“Now to communion.
Please approach and use
the hand sanitiser…”
– Modern Service At York Minster

A light for Nana –
pride of place.
A candle b’side the nave.

American family –
no way out!
Wrong exit.
Over the sound of God,
a busker sings John Denver.

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