spires out of focus -
the blind marble eyes of
the historians bust
across Cambridge backs
the hue of King Henry's robes -
purple crocuses
nave in the distance -
already the chorister's
steps are quickening
fugue from the chapel -
the swaying golden trumpets
of the daffodils
flowers in floodlight
under ornate silhouettes
of twilight towers
chapel's reflection
in the pond - the gothic arch
of the goose's neck
what Henry's builders
could never have imagined -
the crane driver's view
King's College Chapel
carillon over the fields -
a bicycle bell
a whirring of wheels -
and, usurping King's Parade
a group of women
Matins, and the sound
of descants drifts through the trees -
the silent dump trucks
charity vendor -
the wind from round the chapel
tugs at his collar
in the shutter's blink
five hundred years are captured -
long gaze of a cow
a moving joystick -
as monitors scan the walls
the sun turns slowly
the chapel's east front -
from the town's highest window
an intake of breath
a heap of bike wheels -
the reflected chapel bends
on the car bonnet
the fair comes to King's:
stained glass windows; bumper cars;
culture collision
high chapel facade -
the timeless architecture
of the Mute Swans's nest
sunset horizon -
at day's end no city left
but these pinnacles
commerce through the glass -
the skyline reflected at
car park level six
reed paintings displayed -
the visiting couple laugh
at something unseen
two demonstrators
on an amnesty vigil -
clouds pass the towers
Chapel in the rain -
mid-river, the fan vaulting
of blue umbrellas
chapel all but lost -
cold fog drifts through the street lamp's
iron filigree
balancing in punts
the singers' steady voices
clear across the water
outside reception -
the chapel towers look down
on social small-talk
graduation day -
beyond the College precinct
a panorama
forms within a form -
we see the western towers
with a sculptor's eye
weather station masts -
the chapel spires could tell them
tales of many storms
as they mount the steps
a glance at the pinnacles -
Cambridge graduands
against the window
caught in a tracery of light -
Japanese cherry
readers silhouettes -
two frames like an open book
window the chapel
facing spires of trees
the topping-out crew line up -
mouth hard hatted prayers
acoustic guitar -
outside the hollow chapel
she fingers the frets
choral evensong -
one chapel's voiced resonance
reaches another
drifts of bright flowers -
clouds behind the finials
of the chapel roof
eternity of snow -
we gaze for a second that
seems like forever