This Broken Glass Still Fills with Light
by Gabriel Knott-Fayle
This broken glass still fills with light,
The one you placed on the windowsill,
Blaze with fire the blue glaze might.
This debris of a quiet fight
That overflowed from boozy swill,
This broken glass still fills with light.
With fingers cut and so cut sight,
The shards are royal pieces still,
Blaze with fire the blue glaze might.
Aqua rays are made from white
And cast upon the carpet frill,
This broken glass still fills with light.
Oozing stain seeps into night,
Though we can’t replace what’s spilled,
Blaze with fire the blue glaze might.
Cobalt debris on the sill,
Tranquil trace of rage fulfilled.
This broken glass still fills with light,
Blaze with fire the blue glaze might.
The one you placed on the windowsill,
Blaze with fire the blue glaze might.
This debris of a quiet fight
That overflowed from boozy swill,
This broken glass still fills with light.
With fingers cut and so cut sight,
The shards are royal pieces still,
Blaze with fire the blue glaze might.
Aqua rays are made from white
And cast upon the carpet frill,
This broken glass still fills with light.
Oozing stain seeps into night,
Though we can’t replace what’s spilled,
Blaze with fire the blue glaze might.
Cobalt debris on the sill,
Tranquil trace of rage fulfilled.
This broken glass still fills with light,
Blaze with fire the blue glaze might.
Gabriel Knott-Fayle has always explored parts of themself, the world, and their relationships through writing. Relatively new to poetry, their work typically explores human and more-than-human relationships. When not writing, they can be found running in the woods or working as an academic exploring queer lives.