The list is getting longer and longer - I know that we will just not have enough time to see all that we would like to see - but we will give it our darndest best shot.
A site that was sent to me for further perusal sounds very interesting.
THE CROSS BONES CEMETERY - SOUTHWARK
Author John Constable, a local poet and
playwright, has begun his own work at Cross Bones. As Constable tells
it, he was writing late one night in November, 1996, when he felt
overtaken by a character he calls “The Goose,” the spirit of a medieval
prostitute. She began dictating what would later become the first poem
in Constable’s Southwark Mysteries:
Constable says that later the same night, “the Goose” took him on a walk through the Southwark streets, whispering more poems, plays and songs in his ears, until the strange tour ended in a vacant lot. According to Constable, he didn’t know the lot contained Cross Bones until several years later. In fact, Constable insists that on that night in 1996, he had never heard of Cross Bones at all.
For tonight in Hell
They are tolling the bell
For the Whore that lay at the Tabard,
And well we know
How the carrion crow
Doth feast in our Cross Bones Graveyard.
They are tolling the bell
For the Whore that lay at the Tabard,
And well we know
How the carrion crow
Doth feast in our Cross Bones Graveyard.
Constable says that later the same night, “the Goose” took him on a walk through the Southwark streets, whispering more poems, plays and songs in his ears, until the strange tour ended in a vacant lot. According to Constable, he didn’t know the lot contained Cross Bones until several years later. In fact, Constable insists that on that night in 1996, he had never heard of Cross Bones at all.
Something rather unique about paying your last respects to the "Outcast Dead" of old London town ~ I think they will be nice to us and give us their blessings. I will love to hear their stories - maybe "the Goose" will come and say hello to me too.
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