© 2019 Jeff Guess

Markings 103 - Easter 2018

March 25, 2018

Easter 2018

Easter Sunday


Under the great blue bell

of morning sky


old Rex is out early again

pushing his ancient red tractor


rattling out of dawn

and towing the day


ploughing up a green hill

painting it brown


somewhere on the Baptist church

a dull clapper for the town


but here

hundreds of mottled pigeons fall in


behind the song

and scansion of his shears.


Jeff Guess

 Good Friday


 After all the stories

the rusted on

concretions of two

embellished centuries:


there was a death,


a crude cruel



After that

a small

fearful huddle

of whispering


and tears.

And then a going back

to dark

and silent houses


each heart

a tomb

filled with

his final words.


Jeff Guess

©Jeff Guess 2018






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