Tuesday poem: (working at Tilley’s)
February 12, 2013
(working at Tilley’s)
Illumination of each face
through framing screen
everyone a Botticelli
P.S. Cottier
Tilley’s of Lyneham is a restaurant/bar/café which is usually quite dark, even during the brightest day. I have a coffee there every day. One day, working on something poetic, I looked up, and saw a vision. Angels typing. Squads of them. All given a brightness once associated with spiritual illumination.
It was quietly beautiful.
This dark feather was dropped by the woman above, who has lost her computer. Click it and fly to New Zealand, for further (and probably longer) poetry.
PS Cottier 
I love it. Sometimes 3 lines is all you need. Succinct and beautiful.
Thank you Andrew!
Seemed an appropriate form for a vision. They don’t tend to last long.
Enchanted by the poem. Fascinated by the vision.
Thanks again, Lizz!
The vision was totally dependent on the relative lack of light, almost like a dream. The other day the awnings were down, letting in the sun, and it was disappointingly mundane!