Transparency by Richard Biddle - The William Blake Poetry Prize 2013 Winner!
Rain that wept from the gutter last night
has slowed to a glycerin drip.
Now it comes, one clear tear at a time.
A perfect lens capturing a whole world
inside its micro-mirror, split second drop.
And just for a moment, I too am within its
And just for a moment, I too am clearly
seeing what isn’t there.