Holy Mile at Walsingham - a Poem by Sarah Law

A short poetic pilgrimage.

Holy Mile at Walsingham - a Poem by Sarah Law

Traditionally, you should walk

the mile between the shrines



unstrapped, eased off,

bare soles tender on the gravel,

the arid road;

after a hundred steps or so

you become inured to the slow

low level pain –

a Volvo estate zooms past

with its doppler rocktunes

then a fat tractor –

the grassy verge serves

as emergency redemption

look at you



two women pushing prams

bustle in the other direction

fullofgrace fullofgrace

the heat keeps on

you start to crave tea

pots of the stuff

you sense past pilgrims


fullofgrace fullofgrace

now colder mudspots maybe cows

or horses there before you –

jagged pebbles

sharp as tacks




over an hour must be nearly –

silly to give up now

one hand rosary one hand sandals

no reception –

only the swerve of the dirt path

a modest wooden gate

then a damp alley through shadows to

low-light beeswax –

blue-gold throne room –


soft as slippers

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This poem is featured in episode 1 of our podcast Tell Me a Story.

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cover photo courtesy of Roman Skrypnyk.


Sarah Law

Sarah Law is fascinated by saints, sinners, and the twists and turns of language. She lives in London and edits the online journal Amethyst Review for new writing engaging with the sacred.

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