Author Archives: maryfeatherstone
ROME
ROME Scotland
QUEUING IN HEAVEN
Can we choose where we sit
At the eternal church lunch
In that great house of heaven?
Do we have to share a room?
Could it be … dormitories!
THE CRY – LE CRI : A CHRISTMAS POEM (kind of)
We struggle through life
Dragging carrier bags
Heavy with what we know
But once a year we dream
That the world stops running
Its habitual course
Just long enough
For God to put in
An appearance
THE LINE – LA LIGNE
Vertical line wafer-cotton-thin
Top to bottom, heaven to earth
Perfection drawing down to gravity
Pure line cuts through messed-up years
Soul-tearing conflicts, each side’s tug of war
SHAPES & LIGHT
SHAPES & LIGHT
GYM STUDIO
Shrink, priest
And confessor
The gym coach listens
In muscular manner
MEMORY
The person she thought that she was
Is unravelled by time
The seams of her body
The paths of her mind
The reasoning tongue
Now forked
All certainty gone
The fabric of dreams and of life
Full of holes
LIGHT
Light fractures
On entering earth
Has a hard job
Staying whole
On hitting the atmosphere
TREE OF DREAMS
Fruit on the tree
Turns to ash
And spirals
Slow and graceful
on the morning air
settling on bent shoulders
the silver powder
of broken dreams
