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Pentecosts
When he said ‘Let there be light!’
And nothing happened, he knocked
The stone wall down and built
A wall of translucent glass.
And, through the glass, they admired
The changing skies, the waders, reeds
And trees, the river ferrying sunlight
Under a stork-legged viaduct.
Together they saw it was good
Until the slipping of her hand
From his, the fading of her face, her
Voice. He knew the waiting of those lost
Apostles in the upper room. No gales,
Of course, no tongues of fire.
But every day the little pentecosts,
Her wingbeat warm against his cheek.
Tim Cunningham
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Following his editorship of the poetry magazine Phoenix (1958 - 1975), Harry Chambers founded Peterloo Poets in Manchester in 1972. Peterloo’s first two full forex collections published in 1976 were Elma Mitchell’s The Poor Man in the Flesh and Edmond Leo Wright’s The Horwich Hennets. Peterloo Poets went on to publish 240 volumes of poetry.
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