American sonnet
Today is sunny with a few decorative clouds drifting idly about the sky and the mood is of optimism
When it is overcast and dull my feet scrape the pavement An old man bent to the ground regretting past
When my mother died there was a forest of umbrellas around the hole in damp soil, the rain dripped on her coffin and a golden cross she wouldn't have liked seeing
the symbol of oppression.
The priest, a verger held his umbrella, said a few words
routine words, void of any meaning.
My near family are dead and my own demise is there
like a boulder made of years of spent years, but never mind, it doesn't matter on a sunny day.
Categories:
verger, absence, allusion, angel, cinco
Form: Elegy
Church Verger Wo Was a Purger
Once upon a time there was church verger,
Who had been an encourager and an urger;
With his staff,
Would hit calf,
And of all of our sins appeared to be purger.
Jim Horn
Categories:
verger, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
The Money Note
Bad time for shipping and I had no work, slept on the sofa
in my mother’s small flat, she sat up late drinking coffee,
reading and smoking cigarettes.
I had a small unemployment benefit, mother took most of it
for lodging, I spent most days outside trying to find work and
sometimes I was lucky and got a temporary job as a washing
up at a cafe or cleaning the floors.
The old church in town was open to eight in the evening I often
went there to rest and sort of half sleep, one day in the front of
me I saw a big money note -500 coronas- picked it up, put it in
my pocket and debated whether to keep it or give it to the verger;
then organ music started can’t bear it and I left.
I thought of dinner and a nice bottle of wine, took a closer look at
the note, it was 500 coronas ok, only it was monopoly money and
quite useless, back in the church I put the note in the collection box.
Categories:
verger, art, assonance, history, hope,
Form: Verse
Dearest Vicar –
Late came the regency bells;
The voice of your acolyte:
The mezzotinted voice of the verger
Rang at last for mass extrusion.
Dearest Vicar –
We all heard the fragile peels:
All the birds of riot
Must disjoin in the new exodus
Of the new testament of single nests?
Dearest Vicar –
Confusion and uncertainty
Reigned in the hovel:
The restive communal nest.
Categories:
verger, satirevoice, voice,
Form: I do not know?