Giles Watson's poetry and prose
Window Study
Window Study
From this angle, my own reflection
Leaks in runnels like molten sugar
As I scry the windows, reading
Refracted angels. They sing
Prognostications, each one wearing
A green patina of algal bloom
And mirrored woodbine. A knight
Reclines in the day-dark of a yew,
The altar flowers arranged
Amongst chimney-pots, preserved
In toffee, chains of candelabras
Suspended in emerald confection.
Pulpits swirl beneath the stirring,
Blurred by blackthorn. Fonts
Stand under streams, leaves
Dappling the nave,
And down the aisle there dances
A line of graves.
Poem by Giles Watson, 2011.
Window Study
Window Study
From this angle, my own reflection
Leaks in runnels like molten sugar
As I scry the windows, reading
Refracted angels. They sing
Prognostications, each one wearing
A green patina of algal bloom
And mirrored woodbine. A knight
Reclines in the day-dark of a yew,
The altar flowers arranged
Amongst chimney-pots, preserved
In toffee, chains of candelabras
Suspended in emerald confection.
Pulpits swirl beneath the stirring,
Blurred by blackthorn. Fonts
Stand under streams, leaves
Dappling the nave,
And down the aisle there dances
A line of graves.
Poem by Giles Watson, 2011.