A TROUBLED MAN
A troubled man not often met,
with brow in concertina folds
expressing notes of private angst
which play within his darkest church.
And solace found in company
with parties to the claret jug,
as spirits rise by their prescription
fain to garner wise divines
Back in chill of honeyed stone,
where shafts of piercing sun break through
the stained glass images on high
and swathe the man in chancel light.
Michael Edwards © November 2015