Tuesday, September 17, 2013

The Dream of the Monstrance. Fiona Sampson

The Dream of the Monstrance

Imagine a line, straining out                                             
from dimming earth.  Its vertical’s
the unassuageable cry                              
desire utters when doubt,

always its double, conquers it –
like street lights staining a spacious sky
   Now – angle                                     
your gaze along this, till you meet

whatever travels the other way:                            
some glint or catch, a give in night’s                                  
impassiveness – the whicker-flight                                    
of geese.  Promising you may                                             

be lifted up, as by a Will                                                                         
which comprehends your urgent call.                                 

© Fiona Sampson

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