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Poem: “Vortimer”

by on Aug 07, 2011 in Poetry
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Vortimer

Bury me at Richborough, for then
Barbarians will not through here raid Britain
Though through other ports they may attack,
By my body’s lying here they will hold back

He was a warrior of Christ, this Vortimer,
Though pagan were the Saxons off the Saxon shore,
Flesh of mortal weakness now and in the past
Will not hold back barbarians, though heart hold fast

And yet in emulation of the garden Tomb
For him and other warriors dead Christ makes room
To lie with Him in silence till the next daybreak,
When sun and Christ and all of them their new lives take

One the day takes hold, and heaven, and their fellowship,
New flesh of light to live in then, old flesh to strip

Pavel
June 2, 2011


Pavel Chichikov is a Washington DC-based poet and photographer. He has written for both the secular and the Catholic press on issues as diverse as Russian nuclear weapons systems, Olympic athletes, and miracles. His books include From Here to Babylon: Poems by Pavel Chichikov,  Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius, and Animal Kingdom. Pavel may be heard reading his works on catholicradiointernational.com and on pavelreads.com. His poetry regularly appears on "The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov."