The ‘greate fyshe’, terrible
colossus, dark cathedral of days
            and nights, arrests
lost Jonah in his flight. Three

            days and nights spent
in wet earnest prayer, dread
            dowse of whale’s
appetite, drowse of oceanic

            will. It is a liturgy
of krill. A pinwheel spun
            in blur of hope, despair.
The shroud of stomach’s wall,

            grave chamber, draped
in sacred bile. Three days lost.
            Three nights. Till their
cadence, amen, resolves.

Kate Middleton