I was the only sinner
at the Cold Comfort church -
the baptismal font was dry.
But in a pasture alive
with Pentecost wind,
I found God in a gift horse's eye.
For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads
Tuesday, May 2, 2017
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- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
13 comments:
Gorgeous!
Ahhh... so that's what happens when you look.
Best place to look... and it's not a sin.
Wow! This is spectacular!
I don't know why, mama Zen, but the dark suggestion of your poem brought to mind the preacher in that film with Robert Mitchum, 'The Night of the Hunter'.
I think you should break the final line in half, dropping down the last few words after "God." To me, the flow would be better.
Also: I love this poem! I can so get down with the spirit of this. (I was a horse girl too.)
I also like flip-flopping the closing into "I found a gift horse in God's eye." Or, "I found a gift --- whores in God's sigh." Is that blasphemous? Or is that just cool? I think there are whores in God's eyes. There have to be. The woman at the well and everything ...
And ... this is very, very bad of me, but I see "Cold Come Fort" in your title. :X Don't hate me. I can't help it.
Beautifully haunting!
Probably anywhere is a good place to look. Nice rhyme between "dry" and "eye".
impeccable ~
You always manage to catch in so few lines the prairie wind that winnows dross from gold.
Just So tight. Like a well oiled blues band.
Sounds bleak and yet triumphant.
terrifically terse :)
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