06-09-2014, 12:18 AM
Here's an edit of one of the NaPM poems I managed to write. Original here: http://www.pigpenpoetry.com/showthread.php?tid=14033
Dressed in purple robes this time
stiff scarf draped round his neck
he chants the sacred words
above some bread and wine
and takes predetermined steps
around a table, chairs and candles.
My mother’s heavy on her knees,
chin to chest and forehead lined.
I imitate, mine bumping
into the back of the next pew,
till I get bored and turn around
continue with my crayons
to color Jesus red.
Dressed in purple robes this time
stiff scarf draped round his neck
he chants the sacred words
above some bread and wine
and takes predetermined steps
around a table, chairs and candles.
My mother’s heavy on her knees,
chin to chest and forehead lined.
I imitate, mine bumping
into the back of the next pew,
till I get bored and turn around
continue with my crayons
to color Jesus red.
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The howling beast is back.
The howling beast is back.