Devon Diary

Devon Diary

“Devon—country of
their willed idyll”
—Erica Wagner
Ariel’s Gift

It’s very, very ancient—
With castle-thick walls

Tight and compact—
Not at all rambling

A former manorhouse—
Rectory with thatched roof

Next to the town church—
With its Anglican dead

Devon becomes our double—
Our dead-end doppelganger

The house rots around us—
Our claustrophobic coffin

Then the script slowly—
Begins to overtake us

Followed by somnambulist
Secondaire lit queens

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