Catching Light

I spent this morning
catching light
or trying to –
each time, not quite . . .

It always slipped
my grip before
I could Banham lock
the prison door

though I’d promised meals
three times a day,
with a choice of wines
plus Perrier

and to keep it safe
and sound until
the end of time
when angels will

provide a written
guarantee
their categorical
victory

means they can set
my captive free
and full toss throw
away the key.

Tom Vaughan

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