Thinly sliced creamy sheets,of soft alabaster,from roman mines of Wragmire moss,precisely cut, sheathed in glass,let light play in the apse.

from

broken

fragments

re

assemble

light

stain

upon

white

lucencies

prismatic

sight

she lostmake it now

carve and workmake it well

range widelyeast and west

pineconelotus

wheatsheafgrape

from manyone.

The church walls are cold and stoneThe marble is alabastercarved and rendered In the face of my sisterthe lichen gathersAs the acorns fallThe milk white face sleeps,

eyes closed to the white weight above.

“with the doors closed,narrow panes lowered,in the panels,two iron arrowspuncture the light.”

“A few brave sons protect it now,The bulwark of the laws,While i come here to ask of youto aid the glorious cause,my daughters are like snowdrops sent,All dress’d in white and trimm’d with green.”Fal, lall, &c.

Katherines death unleashed all sarah’s

languages;of art, religion,alkali, irons works, architecture and un-

earthed histories.Roman, celtic hammerd in her

mind.From alabaster quarried in

wragmire,She carved fossils, pinecones,

lotus flower.

“Yon lucid eye shall drop a tear-Thou haughty heart shall bleed-And many moons shall round the yearEre i repent the deed”.Bur hymen heard, and with a smile,Declar’d he’d hover round Carlisle,Fal, lall, &c.

A dim contemplative lightstreams geological strata to reprise layered symbolsfrom Egypt, the orient, Rome, greece:One life from manyhere as one.

becky and hannahpoems by sarah losh