
'Rapture 2': A Poem by Stuart Buck

RAPTURE 2
you said look, the stars are changing
through the xylophonic slats, I saw
pinpoints congealing, melting together
not little pricks of time
but tantric smears of energy
a flamboyant parade of slaked lime
until the night sky was bright white, pure
light, pouring into our welcoming throats
and I choked back a single tear
and held your trembling hand
for if this was the rapture
then why were we still here
Stuart Buck is a poet and author living in North Wales. His debut collection of poetry, Casually Discussing the Infinite, peaked at 89 on Amazon's World Poetry chart and his second book 'Become Something Frail' will be released on Selcouth Station Press in 2019. When he is not writing or reading poetry, he likes to cook, juggle and listen to music. He suffers terribly from tsundoku - the art of buying copious amounts of books that he will never read.