Can you see the sky?

Running rich-red and burning

alight. The eternal beam

flame-flickers around the turbines’

charcoal-lined edges -

melting and standing firm.

The forth-and-flaunting sun

sends its ember spotlight,

catching the bowed grass

and gold-fastened gate.

I wish I could show you the sky.

The trees shudder ablaze,

radiating and transfigured,

shimmer-shook with infinite promise,

whispering ‘I am here’.

Lured and led,

red-bathed and aglow,

I smile, full of longing.


A tribute to Gerard Manley Hopkins,

and for A who couldn’t see the sun setting over St Beuno’s.

Kerryn Penson, 5 July 2022