- Alan Ward
In my dream the cosmos was a dark room
and the Big Bang was a door opening.
You know how it is, when that chink of light
opens its mouth and swallows the walls,
paints pictures on them, draws the lightshade.
That mirror with the unsightly frame.
Well that was the Big Bang, a door opening
and suddenly I’m remembering that there
are colours and angles and three dimensions
and something other than the black.
First published in The Frogmore Papers, issue 92.