When I read Fiona Clark‘s poem ‘Angel ceiling’ yesterday (Day 591) I thought: gosh, she and I speak the same language – so here is my corresponding offering on the theme of The Sacred, on Day 592 of the daily poems.
Brahms and the angels
The Church of Our Lady Saint Mary, South Creake
On the altar dais, the string quartet
before the rood screen crowned
by Christ Crucified
bring Brahms into the white
walled pillared church.
September light, bright
through diamond panes dapples
the first violin and splashes
over the locked counterpoint
of viola and cello. Leaves
spin and fall outside, while here
in this scented space the strings
spill Autumn, whose notes
float upwards, winning
praise from the painted angels;
Seraphim unstinting in their given task
to hold and bear aloft the timbered roof.
Peter Ualrig Kennedy
published in Est: Collected Reports from East Anglia, 2015