Grace…
The inoffensive poise
And rich gaze offered sympathy and understanding
In her forlorn expression,
Pallid skin refined by the deep blue
Of her gown’s hue.
The mournful eyes
And lost soul proffered empathy and feeling
From her torn repression,
Green quill clasped in the scribe’s grip
Of a Martyr true...
...and a grid hangs,
Crucially,
Labouring in her tentative clutch,
Unable to shake loose the instrument of her cruel torture,
Eternally manacled to its searing touch...
Pete Ray
The fine window depicting St Faith in Great Crosby’s red-brick church, Liverpool…
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