Phoebe Power

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I’m running

on soft gold flames, a saint
may you be subtle and magical
going so upright, a cone of blue
do the things you said you would

it’s funny how we speed to meet, yes
resolve intention into action then it disappears,
the thing we should have done
changed into something else and nothing to do but

lie under the big, full-leafed trees
next to this big building, the cathedral
full of pieces of glass like leaves
starting, one-by-one, to fall

the falling 

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PHOEBE POWER’s most recent publication is Book of Days (Carcanet, 2022), a long poem about the Santiago de Compostela pilgrimage. She lives in York.