The saints bath

The saints bath
October 4, 2016 Mark Redden

walking in Wicklow
awake in the woods
absorbed in freckled yellow light,
warm and dusty
the colonial nave
this enveloping cloud,
that enchanted cave.
surrounded by oak
asleep in the water,
the sad bath of a saint
is the grail of your father,
a serene trough
a chalise of rain
deeply imbibed
drunk again