In the roof space of silence
And echoed evening’s long
A place this morning
Not yet reached for
Held up by stone pillars
Here in worshipful gathering
A few simple words
Prayer, poem, calls to arms
Wide lakes of sidelights
Shadows grace falls
Touched, just by being
Still with you; to gather
On the slat wood
Sat in the pew
Inset offset imagination
Inactive, attractive so soon
Propagate wild flowers
Poppies, primroses of evensong
Closed and then open
At the time of times sunset
Also open, throughout
The whole of the night
Splashing her perfume
The old peculiar of
Old tobacco, Old Spice
Dominoes, counting games -
Maybe one day she might.
Except once more unable
Tables turned you edge away
Out under the stairway of silence
In flight
You still mis-taste her bite
Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle