Saturday, 9 July 2022

RS Thomas’s last church

 RS Thomas’s last church

did he melt into the stones

brush the warmth from the wooden pews

leave the light kneeling

the sun streaming 

through the leaded windows

did he sail away across the calling

of the sea’s hollow lament

down the long vaulted turning

wall to wall that emptiness

filled at his last behest

1 comment:

  1. Lovely poem. I really like the present participles - kneeling, streaming, calling, turning - they create such a strong elegaic feeling, and a sense of yearning too.