Rosslyn Chapel, 1446 - 2001
by Sandra Lindow
A building this old can’t be entirely honest,
too many stories reside within its walls.
As I enter the darkened sanctuary,
their silent symphonic voices
immerse me like water over falls.
A call and response of images –
competing choirs of carvings – ecclesiastical
and secular -- sing human history,
its stanzas condensed in stone,
a concerto of interwoven motifs
where dragons and deadly sins abound.
Templar crosses whisper of relics rescued
from embattled lands and buried beneath stone--
John the Baptist’s severed head, the Grail,
A fragment of the True Cross.
Green Men emerging from granite foliage
suggest truths deeper than fact alone.
Even the thirteen supporting pillars
contest for Fairest of the Fair,
the rumor of their medieval creation,
a pageant of dark desires. When
Master Mason returned from Italy,
and saw the exquisite Apprentice Pillar,
jealousy bloomed like a poisoned rose
and he murdered his pupil beneath it.
Above the baptistery, stony mouths
of Master and broken headed
Apprentice debate the truth of the tale
but, after five centuries of elaboration,
the facts no longer matter.