Resurrection

By celticman

Sat, 15 Nov 2014
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7 comments
 

 

Rooted in dry earth

Up above

Fragments of hymns

Drift in skirlin’ wind

Cock crows

Quiet as Sunday

Faith in ghostly bones

through the misty town

Resurrectionists visit you-

You come no mair

Lost in a twisty stair

A sacrament to science.

http://unbound.co.uk/books/lily-poole

 

Certificate PG
Poem
Drama

Comments

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Love 'skirlin', feels very Scottish.  Resurrection, such a hopeful word.

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Atmospheric. Because I read poetry in a fairly literal way, puzzling too at the end. Is it partly about an old religious relic?

Submitted by celticman on

skirlin' is a kinda Scottish word Sidney. I like the feel of it too. The end is meant to convey the bodysnatchers putting the body on the table. But hey, who knows?  I read poetry in a literal way too. Most of the time I don't understand it.  

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

Had to look couple of words up. That's good. An eerie piece stripped right back.

 

Submitted by celticman on

cheers vera, I lke stripped back to the bone. 

 

Submitted by jeand on

HI CM

I like this. Eerie and atmospheric graveyard sort of thing.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by celticman on

thanks Jean, (forgot it was one I'd made earlier kind of thing).