You would forgive me for seeing exquisiteness
in the stained glass that morning.
When the last chords of Clair de Lune faded
and bells tolled deep through the arch
I gasped at the muscularity of the cobalt,
the ancient maize-gold adorning the day
a mass of curls on a young boy’s head,
key notes of quivering brightness –
your coffin burnished beneath broad shoulders,
the sheets of light ricocheting
off rich tendrils of white and yellow
in a way you would capture
with deft sweeps of a dry brush –
and just an omniglot of iris placed deep,
a heavy ache moving in unison with beauty,
the anguish of silent cries that must have been mine.
Jane Frank’s chapbook Milky Way of Words was published by Ginninderra Press in 2016. Her work has appeared in Australian Poetry Journal, Antiphon, Poetry Salzburg Review, Cordite Review, takahē, pressure gauge, foam:e and elsewhere.