The Prisoners of Conscience Window ...

Above the shrine of St Osmund I could see the mysterious shimmering blue of the Prisoners of Conscience Window - two candles burned at each end of the saint's tomb - around me the Cathedral soared up to heaven - it was day after the 70th anniversary of the liberation of Aischwitz - 

I saw a lit candle wrapped around with barbed wire - I remembered Primo Levi's poem at the start of If This a Man, the terrifying radiance of its words - 

There I was, returning to my warm house, hot food and friendly faces - 

I vowed to go to the east, to the zone of smoke and ash, to gaze upon pyramids of suitcases, rooms of hair - 

13.30

January 28 2015

Trinity Chapel

Salisbury Cathedral