Illuminating York Poetry: Treasure

Posted on 17 January 2013 | Poem

I have drifted all night in a ship of light and stone,

swaying through centuries displayed in glass cases

to the slow wave of ticking clocks. Outside,

the autumn city crowds all horizons, tumbles

buildings into their own shadows but, inside,

colours ebb and flow as rooms flood slowly

into new shapes, awash with colours, stretching

each minute into years. Time and tide

have left me behind, calmed like a toy galleon

in the bottom of a fish tank: fronds curl at windows

and the night’s chest lies open, cascading treasure.
- Oz Hardwick