by phillipw | Sep 11, 2019 | SO
Anticipation of the Angels Anticipation of the angels in Our lives is like transparent gold. We seek The glow of beauty and the flame of sin With them, a flame as powerful and weak As that from candles. We desire yellow Heat beaming from angelic shapes, but blue...
by phillipw | Sep 9, 2019 | SO
Consoling Thought Forget the soul. Inhabitants of you And me are actually our blood and bones, The bones that make our blood and strength, the true Red blood that bathes our brains and carries moans From it to lung and throat. Our hidden parts Are our essential...
by phillipw | Sep 9, 2019 | BE
Angles, not Angels The pope is coming to Britain on a “state” visit soon. As you probably already know, the Venerable Bede wrote, in the oldest ever history of England, an anecdote about when Pope Gregory the Great saw English people for sale in the slave...
by phillipw | Sep 8, 2019 | BR
British Library Numbers He looks like somebody’s nephew-in-law, Not any closer to you or yours than That, yet with darkness round the eyes as raw As black eyes on an angel who began In twelve-foundational Heaven but falls now Through wounded space towards Dante’s...
by phillipw | Sep 8, 2019 | AU
Her Lips In early autumn maples start to take On colors of the pyre, abandon green, Hold out their limbs like Cranmer at the stake, Their frantic gestures searching for a sheen More desperate than innocence. A breath Of chilly breezes mixes with the sun, Prepares...
