Tag: Nicholas Battey Ion

  • Poem: Ion

    Ion

    Light itself is a chapel
    an east-west wash
    spilt on the Christmas rose.

    Space itself is a chapel
    a fruitless bowl
    flowers dried in a jug.

    Life itself is a chapel
    at water’s edge
    murmur of patient prayer.

    Feature Image: Saint Enodoc Church, Trebetherick, Cornwall, U.K.