A Poetry Sporadical of Repeating Forms
A Poetry Sporadical of Repeating Forms
He’s born, a carpet ready to unfurl.
The wimpled seeress tilts a box of eggs.
Crafted chambers glow with modern light
While tiny buckets sputter ivory oil.
The wimpled seeress tilts a box of eggs
And twists behind a thumb-sized lacey arch.
A tiny bucket sputters ivory oil.
Mary’s straw-bound feet push rust from nails.
He’s born behind a thumb-sized lacey arch,
The spikey star a hand, wrapped up in tatting.
Mary’s straw-bound feet push rust from nails,
Ten lash-thin fingers tangle in her robe.
Who’s to own this diptych carved like tatting?
The glassed museum blocks my doltish touch.
Lash-thin fingers tangle in my robe
While Jesus hangs, his chest a sag of bone.
The flogging ogres block my doltish touch.
His legs twist round, the necks of hunted geese,
While Jesus hangs, his chest a sag of bone,
Till page-haired serf boys roll him to the tomb.
His legs twist round, the necks of hunted geese,
His feet climb over crumbled guardian knights.
Page-haired serf boys roll him from the tomb.
Our hero’s rips of rusted skin have healed.
His feet climb over crumbled guardian knights.
He’s careful not to hurt the hurting men.
Our hero’s rips of rusted skin have healed.
He’s born, a carpet ready to unfurl.
Jeanne DeLarm-Neri recently graduated with an MFA from Fairfield University.