La Cathédrale engloutie

(With thanks to Claude Debussy & Moya Henderson)

There’s an angel at my back
at the edge of consciousness.
If I try to see her, or hear,
nothing; but let slip
my concentration
and her wings
shimmer in my face.
Once she wore a heavy cloak
brown                  brown
now her wings are embroidered
with bright-faced pansies.

A cathedral lies drowned
in my heart; the deep bell
booming             booming
its song muffled by the waves.
Bitterness and grief
rising  falling
sound the bell dimly.

Shallow ripples on a gravel shore
they are gentle now;
the bell’s note rings clear.