from 7 November 1981 I have been washed by Priscilla’s love…
wedded together at the church where Edgar Allen Poe’s wife is interred, Virginia Eliza Clemm Poe
Edgar’s love buried here…
beneath the church’s chapel. He loved her.
my love begins anew here; a washing that is clear to me, as clear as the white snows of that day
We painted the chapel white that night; the workers hadn’t finished so the wedding rehearsal party completed the unfinished work.
the white in her dress; her hair flowered in white;
All I ever wanted a was a washing, a healing and I received was this whit washing, a Gandalf Grey transformed white…
from the promise of Hosea 6:4
a – ‘love is like the morning mist,
like the early dew …’
Blacks and greys; turned to whites, whites disappearing as snows