RELIGION Poem: In the Monastery, by Defne Mutlu

Thou art the melismatic chant of monks,
whose echoes haunt the stone walls with a splendour
near loosening the clutch on the bloodied crux;
as winter’s simple suffrage’s cold vapour
has voiced thy names, again and yet again,
I see the snowflakes falln upon thy lashes,
thou lean against the arcade’s gothic column,
with sighs that still must pass beyond those lips…
dissenting eyes so soft from meditation,
thy sooty robe confesses sleepless nights—
thou lift thy head as I turn yellow pages,
how long until the clapper clangs the bell?
The elements have allied in my plight,
sun, withdraw your light from beetle eyes,
and plotting winds, fly now from fluffy hair,
assailing hearts, like gulls the fisherman,
this trial, O Lord, has put me in Thy care.

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