Thursday, 20 September 2018


Is it so very strange of me
to hold this burning wish to see
the great church spire in Salisbury?

I hear it is the tallest spire
(we have no spire in Russia higher!)
I’ll go all the way to Wilt-Shire.

But sadly I have little time
and doubt I’ll have enough to climb
the spire (they say the view is fine).

Indeed, if I can only see
it from a distance that may be
enough - I so love Salisbury!

My Great Uncle Stalagmite
used to read to me each night
by smoky yellow Moscow light:

“England’s Great Churches And Their Spires”
instilling in me this desire
that sets my heart and brain on fire

(much like a dose of Novichok
or a red hot bullet from a Glock...)
Oh - is that the time? Just seen the clock!

Must go, things to do, plans to hatch
- just leave the front door on the latch
but mind the handle - who knows what you’ll catch...

© Marc Woodward

Salisbury novichok suspects say they were only visiting cathedral

Marc Woodward lives in rural Devon and has been published in a number of magazines and websites including The Poetry Society, The Guardian, Ink Sweat and Tears, The Broadsheet, Forward Press, Otter etc. He blogs at: