Rachel J Bowler's photos with the keyword: yellow

Through the windows of the ruined cathedral I look towards the rooftops of Victorian houses, And picture you as a boy, throwing sticks into the canal, As the sun refracts on the water, Freezing time for a few seconds, Then some years later you, as a newlywed, Are pacing the linoleum floor of your mother’s attic room, Whilst my mother tries on a new dress, Bought with ration vouchers. Through the smoke, a shopping centre emerges. The summer breeze cuts through the trees Towards the church spire in the distance, Moving on past temples and mosques, Finally resting on unchanging change. As I walk into the new cathedral I pass by silent hosts of saints and angels And clouds reflected in a vast window, Into the gothic fright of pervading quiet, And a convex curtain of yellow, Framed in concrete. In this place Underground caves of fire and brimstone Have been replaced by L shaped corridors With no doors and windows, Or exit. You have taken so much with you And I must follow you one day, Sooner or later.

Days of yellow noise Drive through me, Passing in asinine brightness. I try to count the trees Behind the mist. An impossible endeavour Discovered too late.