St Kenelm Church and the Manor House

A genuine Manor House
It’s authenticity
Standing in Minster Lovell
Assuming
A vast form a likening
A perfect example
Classic construction
A one off that’s only

Created and lived in
Clearly Resuming
Its beautiful evidence
great age and willingness
Emptiness all of these centuries
Standing
It’s size demanding
Respectful desire

Weathered and beaten and broken
And crumbling
Down through the ages
What we now see
Absolute evidence
It’s recollected
Farsighted thought
Now new eyes be

caught up on persuasion
A significant contest
To what’s standing there
A massive great building
It’s character sure
In a vast green idyll
Tranquillity scoring
The river constant
Mindful and aware

Adopted
Taking back memories
Evidence shows
A haunting creation
A meaning that grows
It’s magnificence surely
swallowed by time
Set in imaginative cycles that climb
To a spirited image solid and true
Chimerical magic
Each legendary view

Unfolding before us
With intensity
Nothing feels hidden
Their bones we can see
Ancient remains
Brought to life in a way
Character rich the images say
A flourishing richness
Has swallowed the soul
Commanding those spirits to take on the role
Part of the now really sharing the scene
The wholeness of memory which we redeem

Bounded by Nature’s huge discovered wealth
The grandest of tree cover using the stealth
Of ages of what is it’s natural sight
Brought into the open which just feels so right
We hear there’s a haunting amazingly
Can we feel it’s presence
Divided and free
Can we be part of its history course
And share each interlude
Really at source.

A true revelation in the cold light of day
The magic unfolds in what is a way
Remarkable images how they reveal
Time honoured secrets which time May dispel
The mask of history doth seemingly
Affirm and profess a clear constancy
Challenge our soul urge to conjure and be
Sharing a cocktail of real mystery.