Get Your Premium Membership

A Threatening Hand

Everyone listened, but nobody talked, as the Vicar rode on by His horse an old swayback, loaded with bibles stove hat pointing up toward the sky Everyone listened, but nobody smiled, as the Vicar stormed and raged “To hell in an instant, to hell you’re all going,” bony fingers turning the page Monday till Saturday they spread their delight catch-as-catch-can, then again But Sunday morning to awaken in fright —and face the Vicars threatening hand (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment
Date: 3/10/2018 3:29:00 PM
A way of life for many...Nice visuals...Strong message...All the best
Login to Reply