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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