Sunday Evening

Ink black sky

November moon

Its brightness holds my gaze

Along the road a neighbour’s window

Annoys me – flashing lights

Hungry for winter festival

Gaudy giddy sight

Stand out here in clinging cold

Look into this sky

A brilliant ball of brightness

On ink black canvas

Look – November’s moon


Back inside

The voice of compline sounds

Benedictine voices sing the psalms

Bringing to a close this passing day


And Margaret’s face still looks at me

From photos on my desk

You’re the best thing that ever happened to me

I said

What do you mean ’happened’, she replied

I’m still happening!


I believe it


Brian Fahy

21 November 2021

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