The Language of Light, by Siobhán Mc Laughlin

A Convent Garden, Brittany, by William John Leech (Ireland) 1913

The Language of Light 
 
Light, long and lovely and deep. 
A reconnaissance of the soul 
these verdant days, summer psalms 
bursting from leaves. 
 
Light, like an old friend returning.  
Delicate white caress,  
a latticework of ease,  
luminosity beguiling.  
 
Light, as gift and grace. 
The harmony of knowing 
the dappled drift of dream. 
Languorous disarming.  
 
Light, incandescent, revelatory.  
This mastery of longing, of listening – 
is it enough? To stand in the sunlight 
and be enthralled;

to feel the intermittent beauty 
of it all. 

Siobhán Mc Laughlin

Siobhán Mc Laughlin is a poet from Ireland. Her poems have appeared before in The Ekphrastic Review, The Honest Ulsterman, Poetry 24, Quince Magazine and forthcoming in other publications. She is fascinated with the intersection between poetry and art and has written about ekphrastic poetry and other creative matters on her blog at www.a-blog-of-ones-own.blogspot.com Find her on Twitter @siobhan347