Morning High Above Bordeaux – a poem by Paul Bregazzi

Morning High Above Bordeaux
I look down from on high
at Bordeaux every morning
or rather it looks down
from above my desk at me.
The postcard bought
when we flew over
is now my daily matins for you.

A prayer of the eyes,
lifted briefly from private thought
to where you’ve gone to roost
in a fusty attic in the russet roofs,
near the green pool of a municipal garden
and the twin-spired cathedral;
my hands to heaven.

Paul Bregazzi’s poetry has appeared widely in print and on-line in Ireland, the U.K., France, Mexico and the U.S. His work has been shortlisted and awarded in numerous competitions in Europe and the U.S., including the Bridport Prize. He was Cuirt New Writer of the Year 2017.

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