This is an old poem I have rediscovered:
Eulogy
The days start on Sunday
with lies I feel safe behind.
There's laughter too.
Coins and smiles I give gladly,
so I may take more.
The hymns drift into a murmur
until stillness descends a second time.
Colours flood the stained glass.
Expectant the congregation
files towards the altar
on which sacrifice prolongs life.
I let doubt melt on my tongue.
Faith tastes of sun and earth.
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Eulogy
Re: Eulogy
hi Dave,
The poem made me think of Colm's contract poem in a way - do this /get that arrangement. The concluding line felt pagan, as if Christain faith feeds from age-old, innate insecurities/anxieties. Liked the stained glass line, reminded me of cathedrals built to awe the medieval mind, colour their bleak existences.
enjoyed
Phil
The poem made me think of Colm's contract poem in a way - do this /get that arrangement. The concluding line felt pagan, as if Christain faith feeds from age-old, innate insecurities/anxieties. Liked the stained glass line, reminded me of cathedrals built to awe the medieval mind, colour their bleak existences.
enjoyed
Phil
Re: Eulogy
Thanks Matty
I have written a number of poems about church though I am really not religious. However, I do like the rituals and the sense of the mysterious. The sun and earth are of course the wine and bread which symbolically or not are the body and blood. How pagan can it possibly be? I did notice a really stupid line in the poem now whereby the congregation line up for communion on the knees .
Interesting connection you make to Colm's poem , certainly see that.
Dave
I have written a number of poems about church though I am really not religious. However, I do like the rituals and the sense of the mysterious. The sun and earth are of course the wine and bread which symbolically or not are the body and blood. How pagan can it possibly be? I did notice a really stupid line in the poem now whereby the congregation line up for communion on the knees .
Interesting connection you make to Colm's poem , certainly see that.
Dave
Re: Eulogy
The days start on Sunday
with lies I feel safe behind.
I let doubt melt on my tongue.
Faith tastes of sun and earth.
The body between the 1st and last stanzas are good. But those stanzas are so good.
They start and wrap it up wonderfully.
Especially
with lies I feel safe behind.
I let doubt melt on my tongue.
A poem in itself.
with lies I feel safe behind.
I let doubt melt on my tongue.
Faith tastes of sun and earth.
The body between the 1st and last stanzas are good. But those stanzas are so good.
They start and wrap it up wonderfully.
Especially
with lies I feel safe behind.
I let doubt melt on my tongue.
A poem in itself.