I light up
exhale
shift to the left
the sun lights
up the smoke
through two panes
like the wing tip
of Gabriel
is that
where my soul resides
in between
two panes
getting into the
bath
my mind turns to God
this is my church
closest I get
till more solid proof
is offered
in a postal flyer
which could well
be recycled anyway
I think again how
Gabriels wingtips
glisten like
sharpening
axes for that
last battle
against the horde
Then I shift
the vision
fading
as the sun
hits the mirror
behind
blinds me
with light
I turn to
bigger
questions
God do you
bleed every 28 days
or birth another
Angel
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what a meditation! My favourite of your poems! So far!
Damn! This was good! Especially the title opens the whole window.
Thanks Mark, coming from you I will take it as a high compliment indeed
Oh, this is fantastic. I totally love the image of God birthing angels and bleeding every 28 days. The feminist I am inside is screaming YES!!!!!!
Thank you Susan and I very nearly took the last lines out, but felt it was a strong question
Perfect way to end it, I think. Glad you left them. Made me sit up straight as I was reading.
I totally agree… exactly the same feeling here 🙂
Thanks for the image Bruce!
cheers
Powerful, Bruce
Thank You
Holy, Bruce. I loved this. Probably one of my favorite from you!
cheers ears, yes it has turned out really well
Wow! Great work.
Thanks really digging it myself
There is a lot to sift through here. I really like this a lot, Bruce. One of the more arresting poems of yours that I have read.
Thanks Jeremy It was a little longer and quite solid as my poems go
Wow this is a powerful piece. I’m drawn to the notion of religion being recycled like a postal flyer. Great stuff. A fellow blogger once wrote that for him stepping into the shower each day was like being born again. Great stuff Bruce. Love it.
I sometimes feel like that in the shower and thanks
Nice thoughtful piece. Nice work!
thank you kindly
Reblogged this on mlewisredford and commented:
lingering – as you do in the bathroom – on a glint and a glimpse mixed, usually too wistful and wispy to capture but unpacked here like a magnificent chest of drawers