Restoration ‘A’ Listed 2009
(Gordon Chapel, Fochabers)
Today they climbed the scaffold, and even angels
are losing sleep at my beauty made naked, my
Burne Jones eyes removed. Stripped of dignity, my stones
pitted and pocked, my patched roof sagging with lost slates,
nail sickness. I am shrouded in canvas, waiting –
one hundred and seventy five years of grace since
master masons tools worked. Wearied by pollution
my soft harled coat of sand and lime broken, crumbled
to the ingress and egress of age on mortar.
For the first time today they climbed the scaffold but
it held no fears. I am restored this way – when I
shall brag of my glory again and shine on thee.
First published in the group magazine TRED6 (2011)
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