The Roundel

Written by: Margaret Clerici

                                        
                                          The Roundel

                               From the top of the staircase
                               the sun shines through
                               an oval stained-glass window,
                               spreading slow, blush-rose
                               over footworn, blue-veined Carrara.
                               Set high in the wall a white star
                               against a blood-red sea
                               and through the red panes,
                               and rippling as though dipped
                               in blood itself,
                               a glimpse of church tower
                               shimmering with the sound
                               of drowning bells:
                               Malta in a roundel.


                                            Margaret Clerici
                                            from "Glass: Glimpses of Malta"