Geometries and Prisms
A poem
A poem
Kaleidoscopes of coloured light,
refracting through aged glass panes.
Stories woven in lead frames,
each hued sliver an illuminated manuscript page.
Sacred geometries bloom in lancet arches,
ruby reds, azure blues, emerald greens
bleeding into one another.
Rays piercing through biblical scenes
cast jewel-toned pools at my feet.
I am barefoot,
wading in this sun-saturated pond,
the cool stone floors insisting I stay grounded
as my gaze rises towards heavenly ceilings.
Cobalt silk canopies undulate above me,
anchored by geometric lead ribs.
Frescoed apostles encircle me,
their snared lion faces fervent with holy resolve.
My breath stills as I become liquid colour,
viscous violet velvet dripping patiently
from the saints’ haloes.
Epiphanies coursing through my veins
as I dissolve into these hallowed windows,
shattered shards of divine radiance
welcoming me
into their prismatic yearnings.
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