Impressions of Sunday morning;
for Valerie, Vince, and John
*
valerie and I
call the slice of chapel light
hockney and lemon
…
sunshine on silver
tails of little wriggling fish
feeding the thousands
…
vince by the fountain
twinkling as he talks about
beetroot and the times
…
gold on the mustard
seeds that grow in gospel leaves
scattered on the ground
…
black belt lay preacher
hurling holy water on
the red fires of hell
…
the peace, fingers crossed
wishing my heart was as white
as the altar cloth
…
shades of pigeon grey
orange plastic shopping bags
taking sunday home
*
© Gail Foster 30th July 2017
