Archangel child of indefinable light,
Tormented, torn & begging
Forgotten by your Gods,
Left to die in painful solitude
Sunlit harbour in blue
flat, from the window ledge
Generous lines define your femaleness,
rounded thighs of distorted woman.
Inspired by a man who made our light his servant,
You joined him too soon
Belinda Holdsworth April/May '94