Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Poem: Cathedral builders - john ormond

The Cathedral Builders
by John Ormond

They climbed on sketchy ladders towards God,
with winch and pulley hoisted hewn rock into heaven,
inhabited the sky with hammers,
defied gravity,
deified stone,
took up God's house to meet him,
and came down to their suppers
and small beer,
every night slept, lay with their smelly wives,
quarrelled and cuffed the children,
lied, spat, sang, were happy, or unhappy,
and every day took to the ladders again,
impeded the rights of way of another summer's swallows,
grew greyer, shakier,
became less inclined to fix a neighbour's roof of a fine evening,
saw naves sprout arches, clerestories soar,
cursed the loud fancy glaziers for their luck,
somehow escaped the plague,
got rheumatism,
decided it was time to give it up,
to leave the spire to others,
stood in the crowd, well back from the vestments at the consecration,
envied the fat bishop his warm boots,
cocked a squint eye aloft,
and said, "I bloody did that."

2 Comments:

Anonymous Shalsi said...

I heard this poem on the radio many years ago but did not get the poet's name, and I have been searching for it ever since, but no one seemed to have heard of it. Thank you so much ,Adam,for posting it

8:51 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Heard this read in a church service years ago, made a note of it. Book is beyond my budget so great to read it here.

5:32 PM  

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