a wafer in a church

a wafer in a church
heading for Christmas
with graves burning
yearning for fish and wine

delving is a pastime
for porcupines and brides
waiting for gills
to make a difference

stained and left behind
charcoaled and chalked
one is always on a rebound
framing history with colour

sleep me in solemnity
as old music rolls
with a draft of jellyfish
stick drawn in wet sand

clear why into sky
resemble I face in disdain
roll wishful smile into
yesterday rambling

there is a sculpture
standing by the whishing tree
a scooter waiting
by the end of sweet sixteen



Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2016-12-10 at 00:15

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I love the images, and the poem makes me smile. Always a delight, whether I get it or not, but I know what I feel when I read this one. :)
Ashe
2016-12-11



I like the language here: very fresh and alive, especially the second quatrain and the fourth. I'm slightly perplexed by the poem, but I am inexorably fascinated.
2016-12-10