by phillipw | Dec 10, 2019 | RE
Trinities The Christ is loved the way a world is loved. His crucifixion fires up God’s high seat; We have to handle Him, asbestos-gloved, Where Moses’ beard cascades to nail-pierced feet. There mercy lights it, through them, from...
by phillipw | Dec 10, 2019 | IM
Theoretical Swan The whiteness of the swan moves on the night- Time blackness of the Thames. It is as though His bill seems orange, as if the darkened light Would actually allow another glow Than white and black. This is an artefact Of data from the hours...
by phillipw | Dec 10, 2019 | SH
Enduring English Royalty The clouds, most transient of all, float there Above the little lake, more like a pond Of molten lead with silver from the air— Reflecting cumulus concerns beyond The scene below. A nestled glowing town Is tucked up in the trees. Maybe...
by phillipw | Dec 10, 2019 | AC, SC
Wearing a Wedding Ring Somewhere between the Emperor’s age and youth But closer to Antinous in years, This scholar is an academic sleuth (Or wants to be). HIs hair just hides his ears With curls not quite as lovely as the lad’s That drove the ageing...
by phillipw | Dec 10, 2019 | ME
Mansuetude Attentive as the movelessness of dusk, The immobililty of midnight on A temple pond, as still as silk-caught musk Inside a drawer of sandalwood at dawn, She waited. She expected on her knees Some sight of Him, some smell, a holy tone— Perhaps a...
