We are publishing a poem written by Michelle Wray after her inspiring visit to the Glasgow Necropolis

The Bishop’s view

As I gaze through the Bishop’s window.
Victorian grandeur descends into disrepair.
In the mist, falling leaves temper morning’s air.

Over the Bridge of Sighs
Chaffinches rise and fall in undulating flight.
Cathedral spires glow in autumn’s gilded light.

To the west lies the crag and tail.
Down by the Drygate, seek the Druids trail.
Among the elm and willows, the silent rest on earthen pillows.

Why only the living, swarm upon the city of the dead.
A placid angel bows its immortal head.

Michelle Wray