This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.

Sheila Na Gig at Kilpeck

Gillian Clarke
Pain's a cup of honey in the pelvis.
She burns in the long, hot afternoon, stone
among the monstrous nursery faces
circling Kilpeck church. Those things we notice
as we labour distantly revolve
outside her perpetual calendar.
Men in the fields. Loads following the lanes,
strands of yellow hair caught in the hedges.
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