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