2 poems while thinking about Easter


Aslan again

was re-maned
once rising
with all wounds save mild scars
now
unremembered

new life
new joy
wanting to roar

and so roaring
and then playing
with
the children
on a hillside

where rolling
descending and ascending
make
sense
in mortality
again


(recalling that passage in The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe)


green-grass Saturday

made of plastic
even though there’s cheer
in memory
said memory to find itself in corners
through
the coming year

once making beds
to dye the eggs with vinegar
hot water

everything is nestled
for a while
and
as of yet
no chocolate has appeared

though we are
ready for the hunt again
on Sunday
for the same eggs
now
we cannot find

and then the chocolate
and there will be photographs
appearing of the day
and
of the day again

then in pastels
off
to church


c l couch


photo by Birger Strahl on Unsplash