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
-

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Remembering Roughside   A shiny wet slate roof was purple steaming to dry blue.  There was the sound of water dripping from a broken waste p...

  • (no title)
                         A Letter from Virgil suddenly spring is over   summer has begun passing clouds don’t drop rain   streams from ...
  • (no title)
                                    Near Nevern Square She who tormented Yeats' middle years plaguing his dreams with dying swans ...
  • (no title)
              In Memory of Pamela Chalkley   (Sister Mary Agnes)                                          1928 - March 24th 2014 Note: F...