i read 'small talk'
out loud
at the ripon cathedral,
opening the fourth
annual poetry festival.
i always wanted to light
a candle for him.
but maybe
what i did tonight
will count for more
than a tealight
priced at a pound.
i read about him
and the way
i hold his memory
in this monastery
from the seventh century
and my voice
climbed the arches
dressed in stone.
i doubt
he could hear me
but i hope he knows
i’ll guard him
like a fragile note
cradled in velvet,
no matter how far he is
from home.
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 3:27 PM UTC
i read 'small talk'
out loud
at the ripon cathedral,
opening the fourth
annual poetry festival.
i always wanted to light
a candle for him.
but maybe
what i did tonight
will count for more
than a tealight
priced at a pound.
i read about him
and the way
i hold his memory
in this monastery
from the seventh century
and my voice
climbed the arches
dressed in stone.
i doubt
he could hear me
but i hope he knows
i’ll guard him
like a fragile note
cradled in velvet,
no matter how far he is
from home.
this one is about my brother.
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