Scalding sunlight on a winter Wednesday
A crown of thorn and leaves; my rage on this day
A whirl of ice and snow soak through my skin
My mouth a spoon half-filled; my thoughts of kin
A tree’s silent reproach; my mind on kin
The stones and air cathedrals to my sin
His face my face our faces strain and reach
He came to take me home but not to teach
He sought me out to school but not to teach
My empty mouth is set against his preach
The snow and sky engraved upon my skin
The light is colder here; I think of kin.
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DL Minor writes poetry and fiction.
This poem is a part of Soul Portrait Magazine’s “30 Days of Poetry” to celebrate National Poetry Month. If you’d like to participate, please submit a poem.
