(for Karen Westendorf)
Look up towards the ship’s ribs of the roof: the regular rhythm of pillar after pillar and arch after arch nets us; the blue water of windows refracts the light; brown suggests an organ, and the chanting of a choir of clerics surges, then makes obeisance to the waves of the sea.
‘Dinggedicht: ‘La cathédrale engloutie’ Ceri Richards’
© copyright text and translation Mary Burdett-Jones 2023