Being Next in Divinity to the Saint


Stanley placed them on the roof, 
cluttered against the red tiles 
though they were almost too many 
to fit the view of life he longed for: 
two women, a father, saint, 
the boy he once was, 
hens and geese, all crowded in
to be fed, to be painted,
all that he recalled, the waft 
from the open dressing gown, 
Patricia positioned high on the parapet, 
Hilda overpainted with a saint,
each picture hot in the midday sun 
and never the question either/or 
as he fleshed them out, 
but how best to say all that life is.



Published:  Ekphrastic Review,  26/1/24







                     







                                                                                        Sir Francis and the Birds, by Stanley Spencer (England) 1935




All Poetry, Prose, Photos & Collages by Gill Horitz