Annunciation: A new poem by Anthony Thwaite


Why was he here
Filling the room
With light, and fear
Filling her womb?
What was he saying
Under his wings
As she was praying?
Impossible things:
Promise of birth,
God as the father,
Heaven on earth
In human feature . . .
What could she say
But bow her head
As he went away
With so much not said.

“My soul doth magnify . . .”
She whispered there,
“The Lord have mercy”
In the bright air.