Wednesday, February 6, 2013

WHILE THE WAX ROLLED FLUID



A thumbprint left
on lukewarm fudge
telltale of intellect
where intellect trudged

At evensong service
in purple and gold
afterwards   emptiness
and no bell tolled

Richness   incense
marble   aged oak
quietness spreading
its textured cloak

Clean rivers   green pastures
cloud-tipped pines
contrast with cleric gloom
as a full moon climbs

Sunlight   moonlight
Reaper and scythe
alone the mind broods
as images writhe

Like worms in a bucket
plucked from the sod
to feed Cock Robin
not an unattended God



© Dick Russell, 2013, 2017
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