Sunglasses by Anthony Costello

Sunglasses

I saw a woman climb over a dry-stone wall
in a manner I thought divine,
and walk through a sepia-tinged field
in a pattern of stillness and sidling
I did not recognize,
until I looked up the word ‘divining‘

It is a gift one is born with,
like the instinct to go browsing
along the by-lines of the Oxford
English dictionary, where one discovers,
through tinted glass and broad daylight,
mystery, magic, dowsing.

 

Anthony Costello is a writer based in West Yorkshire. A widely published poet in journals and magazines, his first collection of poems, The Mask, was published by Lapwing in 2014 (and is available here).

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