My challenge for this New Year was to pen a poem for every day of 2015. I lasted till the end of March, then decided it was taking over my life so it is now amended to 100 poems in 100 days! After I've reached 100, I'll add any as and when they may appear.
Wednesday, 25 March 2015
84. Calvary
When you were born, God closed his eyes
and the sleekit serpent's seed shot straight
into a mind, still torn, leaving the face of an angel,
but I stand here at the cross's base, like Mary,
while my soul mourns, forever looking upward.
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