Season of sweet Latin, the scholar-saints
at their scribing – nothing much
disturbs life here –
the style is lotus-monastic :
rose light settled on the chestnut,
a glass of the cool Touraine…
In close theological argument
with my six-year-old, a Manichean,
I put the case for Purgatory
before walking out to the flowery field.
He trails behind me,
a small Plantagenet, armed to the teeth.

unpublished poem, © Stephen Romer 2014, used by permission of the author

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