Jesus went for a rather long walk
Through magpie faeces to the slaughterhouse
In the stench of hate
Hanging with religious gangrene
Cushioned in silent landscapes
Immersed silently with broken hope
Put away like broken dishes
A poetic riddle told what it could be,
Branches creaking like hands clapping
To the answer given.
Very good guess, Nigel - but the original Anglo-Saxon riddle refers to a SHIELD.
John, whatever you are in this riddle, one thing remains:
We of WOL Stockport had a marvellous time on Monday evening! Thoughts and words and voices blended and flowed like a river, unstoppable and beautiful in a fusion of delightful and diverse creativity....I just love our group!
A gallant knight perhaps rides me
a sword could cut me
insects might bite me
am I a horse?
I am all on my own,
Wounded by iron weapons and scarred by swords.
I often see battle.
I am tired of fighting.
I do not expect to be allowed to retire from warfare
Before I am completely done for.
At the wall of the city, I am knocked about
And bitten again and again.
Hard edged things made by the blacksmith's hammer attack me.
Each time I wait for something worse.
I have never been able to find a doctor who could make me better
Or give me medicine made from herbs.
Instead the sword gashes all over me grow bigger day and night.
What am I?
very very good john. enjoyed reading them back as well as been involved in writing them last night. possibly my favourite two of them every done.
top stuff guys!
What about giving the collage poem the title Twice Broken?
Still liked the poetic current flowing in your poem John!
All I can say about that is - wow!!!
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Nigel Astell
Fri 12th Feb 2016 13:23
I had that on my list but being bitten made me think of the horse and the fact that when time comes to retire and it is tired of fighting the horse is put out to graze!