March 2013

Good Friday 2013
 
 
last supper —
from olive eyes
moonlight seeps 
 
 
garden snake —
a kiss by moonlight
betrays me
 
 
night trial —
words of blasphemy
twist my lips
 
 
crowing cock — 
all that I desire,
I deny 
 
 
last judgement —
death is delivered
with clean hands
 
 
bloody dawn —
derision tears me open
with words
 
 
bitter cup —
the shape of love
crushing dreams
 
 
empty cup —
a mushroom props up
a sagging bloom
 
 
day moon . . .
a girl's tears soak up
the mystery
 
 
cross purposes . . . 
between heaven and hell
love stretches out
 
 
sun strike — 
I turn inwards
to the light
 
 
broken circle —
hands that once were joined
joined without
 
 
emptiness —
love drains the cup's
last drops
 
 
death chamber —
even the echoes
fade away

autumn rain
the colour splashing out
of her steps

 

rehab farm —
unspent shells weather
into ploughshares

THF Per Diem Archive
J. Baranski August 2014, War and Peace