Abbey Poems 2018.pages

October 2018, I arrived on a Saturday, after a night of poetry and music, in the Old Stables back in Louth.
A six hour straightforward mostly motorway drive, with a stop-off at Cribbs Causeway in Bristol for lunch.
This time not to be met by brother Daniel, instead I have to find out the duty steward, who turns out to be another monk, I think, from his accent, he is of Welsh descent.
A bigger room than on previous occasions, which looked fine until I saw the mound of dead flies on the carpet beneath the window.
I sought out the vacuum cleaner, soon all was good to go again.
I missed the first three meals with the monks, instead I turned to the restaurant which now had longer opening hours.
Going to the monastery is an attempt to go a little deeper into contemplation, into writing.
I don’t know if I achieved that, but I do know that writing this up six weeks distant, I have written what I would not have written at home.
Enjoy Christopher 2018