Friday, 26 June 2015

Videopoetry: On the Angel's bench





On the Angel's bench 



The way you wing up 
flaring out two wingspans
rising. On this hard bench
you bid me stay, stay, stay.


But my stoney angel 
I am stonewalling you 
I am a wall of angry sorrow 
for children lost, lost, lost. 


I would stay 
bricked in , bricked up 
but you, agile as air 
drop wings to bend low 


in one sweep remove 
a stone . A finger width 
gap clears and water 
trickles as life does.


I watch this opening. 
A weight of grace dammed 
up behind seeps through: 
I can leave the bench for now.




POET

Viv Stacey