from ‘Written on Light’

from 'Written on Light' by Philip Gross

Such a delicate cusp

this evening: the sky,

the sea

          and the barely

discernible hinge between them.

No, I don’t believe

in Judgement but yes,

we will be held

          to account.

Like this. In every detail.


Held, that is, as in a rare

find, fine china, the one of itself,

with its flaws, held

          gently and exactly.

Held up, to be filled with light




This extract from ‘Written on Light’ is from Philip Gross’ new poetry collection A Bright Acoustic, published by Bloodaxe Books. Philip Gross writes: ‘This poem is dedicated to Anne Cluysenaar, poet, friend and Quaker, 1936-2014.’

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