wiglaf

Close-Up of Durham Cathedral Sanctuary Knocker

Poem: Wiglaf

The last of us, my sleeping aged king, The last of us, and mine is hero’s work: Defending my expired kingdom, bound To wander weaponless beneath the kirk. Enshrined in splendour’s shadow, ravens caw And banquet on the scores of unburnt dead; O where’s the hand that guided us before, For whose heroic fame we […]