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Diana Webb

Incarnation

Unearthed by a dog in a wood on the Pilgrim's Way, the tip of a staff perhaps...

Displayed in the pale churchwall, a bronze Madonna and Child you could fit in the niche of your palm. Lines scored to craft the pleats of her dress, his tunic. Around them, through stained glass, scattered pink and yellow discs of light hover...

                                  on churchyard grass
                                  the dark sheen
                                  of a damp beech leaf