why resurrection refused…?
“faith is evidence unseen…”
no hope hoax
visage almost abstract
dark eyes blank
black hair vibrant
her frowning forehead
Only be careful, and watch yourselves closely, so that you do not forget the things your eyes have seen or let them fade from your heart as long as you live. – Deuteronomy 4 : 9
Photos: Dora Kazmierak https://www.instagram.com/dorakazmierak/
‘On The Boards’ blared from boarding school dorms,
fondly-recalled songs, sunny days in second form:
Rory* sang raucous rock, dressed in denim blues,
plaid shirt unpretentious, fully paid dues.
Tennis balls bounce off taut racquet strings:
mini-skirted girls make male hearts ricochet ping;
well-practiced, sporty, athletic in their aversion,
tanned limbs and t-shirts tempt incursion.
Authors and artists in library beckoned,
I ascend stairs, my teen mind fecund:
biblio hush holy, few desks populated,
wood-panelled space vastly under-rated.
Suburbs silenced by virgin snow,
landscape lit by lunar glow,
muted merry avian allegro.
Hatted, coated, booted walk,
scarved mouths, muffled all talk,
spinning tyres skid, whine-squawk.
Sculpture-skeletal the naked trees,
air stunned, ambushed breeze,
dogs frolic, fingers freeze.
After winter walk sit by fire,
dancing flames silently admired,
wine warmth now required.