Wednesday, 2 June 2010



In a direction contrary to the natural one, especially contrary to the apparent course of the sun or counter-clockwise (in some places considered as unlucky or causing disaster). Also spelt “withershins”.

Go, go, go,
Widdershins around the kirk
Once, twice, thrice if we must.
Listen to the organs blaring inside
Holy caterwauling
Attempting to block the winds,
The tempests raging at the door.

A complete (and edited) version of this poem was published on Every Day Poets last year.

1 comment:

Miranda said...

Great word!