Angel Wings -- Brian Patten

Guest poem submitted by Caro Orange:

(Poem #1052) Angel Wings In the morning I opened the cupboard and found inside it a pair of wings, a pair of angel's wings. I was not naive enough to believe them real. I wondered who had left them there. I took them out the cupboard, brought them over to the light by the window and examined them. You sat in the bed in the light by the window grinning. 'They are mine,' you said; You said that when we met you'd left them there. I thought you were crazy. Your joke embarrassed me. Nowadays even the mention of the word angel embarrasses me. I looked to see how you'd stuck the wings together. Looking for glue, I plucked out the feathers. One by one I plucked them till the bed was littered, 'They are real,' you insisted, your smile vanishing. And on the pillow your face grew paler. Your hands reached to stop me but for some time now I have been embarrassed by the word angel. For some time now in polite or conservative company I have checked myself from believing anything so untouched and yet so touchable had a chance of existing. I plucked then till your face grew even paler; intent on proving them false I plucked and your body grew thinner. I plucked till you all but vanished. Soon beside me in the light, beside the bed in which you were lying was a mass of torn feathers; glueless, unstitched, brilliant, reminiscent of some vague disaster. In the evening I go out alone now. You say you can no longer join me. You say Ignorance has ruined us, disbelief has slaughtered. You stay at home listening on the radio to sad and peculiar music, who fed on belief, who fed on the light I'd stolen. Next morning when I opened the cupboard out stepped a creature, blank, dull, and too briefly sensual it brushed out the feathers gloating. I must review my disbelief in angels. -- Brian Patten

I've never read a Brian Patten poem that I didn't like.  He has a couple of
poetry books - 'Gargling with Jelly' and can't remember the name of the
other one. There are web sites about him I think - it's been a while since I
looked. This one is a particular favourite - each time I read it I get
something different from it.

Caro.