written by: krvs
Save your whispered words and wishes –
Wasteful mumbles, muttered soft in cold stone spaces:
Hold your pleas to timeless ghosts
And sons of magic births whose fathers left no traces.
Take your sermons, fish and bread,
Your water turned to wine, your bits of unknown bone and hair:
Go kiss your cross-bound tortured son
But don’t imagine for one moment I will join you there.
Get your back straight, raise your head
And look beyond the coloured glass of ancient fictions:
Shuck those sanctified deceits
And realise that we’re the makers of our own restrictions.
There is no one in this vastness
Waiting to deliver you from all your self-made shame:
The only ears by whom you’re heard
Are those that kneel beside you; those whose need is just the same.
Originally from the home of the Bard, now living in Cheshire UK. After a meandering path through music (performing, writing, recording and teaching), theatre, art, mature-studenting and then teaching psychology, counselling skills and statistics in Higher, Further and Adult Education, I find myself at the ripe young age of 52 dabbling in this poetry lark.