© 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,

certainly,

a crude cruel

execution.

 

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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