2 poems about the day
Fish Fry
(check the shape of stanza'd, ichthus undulation)
Friday
Fry day
Fish fry day
At the Catholic church
For penance
I suppose
Though the is
So much
One can’t complain
Of abstemious devotion
And the money
Should go somewhere
Good
And we Protestants
Can enjoy that
Too
Should we think on it
While crunching into fish with
Whatever else
Is
Provided
Yay
Catholics
Thank you for
This weekend treat
You all
Have
A great weekend
Too
After all the cooking
(the worry over getting
burned
while frying)
And all the cleaning
That frankly
We did not
Have to do
Though when it’s our turn with
A rummage sale
We’ll clean up
Afterward
For you
Thirteen O’Phobia
Today is Friday
A thirteenth
Sorry to
Triskaidekaphobes
Watch out
Black cats
They’ll be avoiding you
Which now I think it
Might be the quite suitable
Arrangement
And ladders
Mirrors
Sidewalk
Cracks
Salt containers
All the things that make
This day less
Amenable
And it’s the number
Generally
As well
The lack of such in buildings
Even
Now
And what was it
Crucifixion on a Friday
Or the barbaric
Gory dissolution of the Templars
On a Friday
Thirteenth
Early in the fourteenth century
(1307
look
another thirteen)
And Judas killed himself
Maybe on that
Friday
Being the thirteenth disciple
(once removed)
In some lore
But for me
And maybe I should apologize
I often
Find
The day goes very well
Which might be
Determination
Or
Luck
Half-Irish luck
For my mother’s family
While on my father’s
Side
There are the English
Who most likely
Do not care
About the day and
Date
As long as the flag is flying
Somewhere in a
Time zone
Over Earth
C L Couch
(9/13/2024)
Photo by Zoltan Tasi on Unsplash
Matthias, Paul, Judas—who is the thirteenth disciple/Apostle? (Rhetorical question--depends on whose tradition's answering.)
(x = space)
x
x
From the Margin to the Center
(Charles III)
x
He said it in his speech
Bring the marginal
To the center
They might need rides
And smart, official people left behind
To assess the situation
x
They need to come
Angry, surly
Cynical and hopeful
Their pain needs to be understood
Not so much talked about
x
They’ll need a promise
Not assurances
The weight of a contract
And a moral contract
As if made with the ground
The promisers are standing on
x
God help the British king
To bring back
The table round
And a belief of might for right
As classically expressed
Though contemporary lived
Policy
And money
Where they matter
x
England is still post-war
And inside war
And must be ready still for another
But all the lonely people
Isolated like the wanderer
In an ice age that was once the north
Of need,
The people need companionship
And energy
Ways to live feasibly
As an island nation
As the English,
Each one
And together
x
Don’t talk
(anyone)
So much next time
As act
God save the king
x
C L Couch
x
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Photo by Anna Dziubinska on Unsplash
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