The Secret Pages: Seraphs

Seraphs

What seraphs are afoot
in these crabbed corridors?
Bemused by frailty,
unfamiliar with fear.

Patrolling with furled wings
and their glory enveiled.
Sensing the reed’s last spark
or breathing up a flare.

Notes:

First line taken from A Pre-Raphaelite Notebook. Geoffrey Hill, Selected Poems p115.