If you have seen my photos of the disused church in Guyhirn, you won’t be surprised at this image of a cottage in the same village. Lovely nets but no glass. The whole cottage is deteriorating which is really sad in a time when people need homes. Still, the owners appear to take some pride in their property…….
Image by Christine Renney
NO-ONE VISITS NOW
My hollow eyes still bleed
For those who will not come
Kneel and wonder now
Upon another’s door,
Behind my cold facade
An aching heart still loves
Arrhythmic sleepless pulse
Beats to an ancient tune.
Within my hallowed shell
Your memories I hold
Like children to the breast
And secrets never told
To me your eyes are blind
My tears are mine alone
And still I wait in vain
For those who will not come.
Poem by Chris Nelson at chrisnelson61
Image by Christine Renney and many thanks for the gift of these words to Chris N from Chris R
Image by Christine Renney
Mark and I often drive out into the Fens which is like visiting another country – reclaimed from the sea, roads that move because of what is below them, canals which rise up to your left and right, yards above your head. We came across the church in a village called Guyhirn. There appear to be no graves in what was the churchyard. It was bleak and dark.
Image by Christine Renney
Iamge by Christine Renney
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