First of all let me apologise for the title of this poem
My idea had been germinating for a while but I did not have a title for this work
I wandered around the pleasant town of Devizes trying to think of one
But it was not until I was standing next to the Victorian fountain in the market square
That an idea for the title of came to me
I had been commissioned by God to take photographs of his Blue Guardian Angels for a glossy magazine
All was going well
But as I changed cameras I raised my eyes to look at the bright spring sun and saw a black angel emerge from the shadows of the fountain
This title had previously been suggested to me by my tygers but I had dismissed it
But now it was more real and although the Black Angel had flown away I was still standing in the shadows of the magnificent fountain
Looking at the Gothic Sky