Temple

Lines written during a visit to The Minories Gallery, Colchester on 11/6/13. Exhibition entitled Pattern and Belief by Keith Albarn.

 

 

The Temple

 

I entered the temple.

it was the sound of the bell ringing
that drew me in.
No
No
I was attracted by the temple
and then I heard the bell
or was it bells?
 

I was aware of shapes around me

and of silence
The silence of the bell - or bells - ringing
ringing

I realised my heart was racing

racing
But I was not fearful.

Then the temple entered me

and the bell - or bells - were ringing
singing
and my blood was flowing
flowing.

In the temple inside me

the temple bell - or bells- are ringing
ringing
and my heart is beating
beating
to the rhythm of the chiming
of the bell - or bells.

Inside the temple that was inside me

I had to sit and listen
listen
and the shapes began to merge
forming patterns is if dancing
dancing

and white was black and

black was white and
night was day and
day was night and
I became the temple and
the temple became me
and
all the while the bell - or bells
were ringing
ringing.