Poem: ‘Still Life with Wineglass’
R.F. Langley, 21 June 2001
A wineglass of water on the windowsill where it will catch the light. Now be quiet while I think. And groan. And blink.
I am anxious about the wineglass. It’s an expert at staying awake. How can it ever close its eyes? It’s too good a defence against an easy sleep under the trees.
The wineglass stands fast in a gale of sunlight, where there is one undamaged thistle seed caught on...