Tag: poem
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Standing Vigil
For a consumptive waif Babe still I volunteered to wait Morning ’til Upon sill alighting, ’til dawnlight In her society. All night I was to wait Stillstaying A priest to pay my wage Tuppence day For pay such men slay demons, eh? Nods me away. Figured muchly would enjoy it Humour’d mordant But when I…
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GRAN’S FELLA
Fridge opens, alighting flies parading Leaving donuts flyblown Hot day’s a dog’s one Make bog of hash driveway Even hideaways turn out today. He is seventy five, lives in sixty four Elderly neighbour Elmore leans, turning on the radio Confined to a chair since Rolfe had hair Fog Hat blaring Taliban? Fuck that written on…
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Monkbutchery
In hand time’s sands, closely examined Found wanting in final accounting Upon barred churchdoors hammering Black Shuck against timbers flinging Inside, weeping priests pray deliverance Cradling pale monstrance, trailing snot Eve unseen since Vikings came reaving. Hiding in a roundtower’s highest floor Up where eagles soar Praying hands sore, clasping red beads In his robes,…
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Stonedragger
Dragging rocks a long distance The church’s old wall to mend I serve my sentence contended I am no penitent, though repentant.
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Baptize me thrice
Sinful wretch, me My mother’s ire Fetch me a priest. For vile arm frisk me I must be dipped Soap these lips Saying sin only. Drinking fistfuls of lustrating water Wretch mocked most sinful A tutting priest in garb austere Gleaming bowl brings from piscina. Dripping, lifted from the graven situla Argent aspergil, handle fresh…
Alchemisland 