So good they named it once

 I had forgotten I had written this - and too good not to add to the posts, even though its out of order. I'm not even sure if it makes sense, but here goes. 

York/British Disneyland/dinner with Os

The city has layers

Under the cathedral, 
in place of crumbling foundations 
Are the barracks
And Roman graffiti 
The first two letters of Christ 
Stumbling stacks of Viking tools
Alter stones of missionaries;
A shadow of a wooden church
North east instead of east-west

Overhead are leaning houses
Black outlines, Criss-crossed
Closing in like a crooked hug
The crowded street 
The cobbles slick with rain
The stumbling Shambles*
Mixture of fact and fiction
Broomsticks and fudge

Under the gateways
Old and glowing cream rock
The roads wind along medieval paths
A path
A cart
A car 
Winking narrow windows 
To shoot arrows out of

Over dinner
Scallops, oysters, beef five ways
Kale in wonder
Cabbage divine 
(What magic is beheld in the Rattle Owl)
She outlines the 5 pillars of faith
Prayer
Grenfell’s travesty
War and it’s winners
A remarkably jaded view of humanity
Yet curious and loving
Compassion divine
Her faith is more robust than the stacked rocks of the church
Not held together by concrete and steel bars in the basement 
But by the weaving iterations of family duty
Knit tight and warm
Layers upon layers upon layers







*shambles is the name of this old shopping street