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Show caption Carol Rumens's poem of the week Poem of the week: Reflection by Peter Scupham A peaceful look back at a ‘high summer’ and its evanescence Carol Rumens Mon 25 Jul 2022 05.00 EDT Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share via Email Reflection Looking at blue, looking through blue, he watched slow floaters rise and die; flowers were talkative that high summer, their fluid crimsons bedded on his retina as he twisted sunlight from his eyes, took a steady breath to ease the skin soaped on a clay pipe bowl, watched a perfect globe imprison his reflection: his charmed soul, perfect in its wandering, to float it all away: the trill of voices, the dog’s gruff coat, the cradled branches, and all that curvature of space and time which held him briefly, as life holds him, carried through iridescence to his vanishing. Reflection is from Invitation to View by Peter Scupham (1933-2022), a collection in which perception often trembles on the edge of the liminal....