The portal on Day 729 of the Daily Poems is an entrance. Our poet Jane Monach walks towards sunshine-dazzle …
at the entrance
I hear chanting from the choir
altos, tenors, cadences of psalms
praise rising in shafts of colour
from stained-glass saints, orange, yellow, red
memory of comfort, wrapped in familiar rhythms
in winter coats and gloves
I look up to promise hidden in the vaulted ceiling
down to stone-flags, scuffed and worn
walk towards sunshine-dazzle at the door
close my eyes until outside
and open to see intricate branches
against blue sky, white clouds passing
small crocus beds, green shoots opening
to white, yellow, purple
I hear a blackbird’s song
Jane Monach