09-20-2017, 04:45 AM
she wears the holes of crucifixion
from the years spent standing in place of a cock
at the mercy of the winds that swirled across the steeple
now fallen, her wings are torn from her back
and her breast is exposed from behind
so her traitor heart can pump its last
into the filth upon which this church perches
like an aged buzzard
too blind to do more than peck feebly for bile
beneath her hand, the shards of a once-sealed jar
stab at her skin, and within its shattered curve
is a single white feather
I had to grab a cuppa java before I could reply. My mind went everywhere here, not to mention my brief encounter with a rusty weather vane. I feel for the subject, as though she did not find true redemption, somehow losing it by a fall. It made me think of Peter, how he fell, too. Denying Christ and the whole cock scene. Even though he showed cowardliness early, we know he had indeed received true redemption because a greater valor followed that earned him a crown many will never receive. I like how such volume was cleverly packed in that very first stanza. It grabbed my attention through personal vulnerability and a fleshy weakness for my own self pity, often used to my demise. You are a fine poet who teaches through reflection. I love you.
nibbed
from the years spent standing in place of a cock
at the mercy of the winds that swirled across the steeple
now fallen, her wings are torn from her back
and her breast is exposed from behind
so her traitor heart can pump its last
into the filth upon which this church perches
like an aged buzzard
too blind to do more than peck feebly for bile
beneath her hand, the shards of a once-sealed jar
stab at her skin, and within its shattered curve
is a single white feather
I had to grab a cuppa java before I could reply. My mind went everywhere here, not to mention my brief encounter with a rusty weather vane. I feel for the subject, as though she did not find true redemption, somehow losing it by a fall. It made me think of Peter, how he fell, too. Denying Christ and the whole cock scene. Even though he showed cowardliness early, we know he had indeed received true redemption because a greater valor followed that earned him a crown many will never receive. I like how such volume was cleverly packed in that very first stanza. It grabbed my attention through personal vulnerability and a fleshy weakness for my own self pity, often used to my demise. You are a fine poet who teaches through reflection. I love you.
nibbed
there's always a better reason to love