Poem 23

It took me much longer than it should have to realise the iconography I grew up with only fully made sense if I turned the snow globe upside down and reversed the seasons … a country conned into celebrating rebirth amidst darkening days …

( I like the double meaning in the last images – who turned out to be the eggs, the bunnies, and as green as grass? … )

Easter

We've got it back to front
up there it's spring
crammed with awakenings
making sense of all the code
here there's only winter to reach out and swallow us
it's the time they uproot the flowers
from the traffic islands
     and take them off in a truck
a time when it's easy to believe in Jesus going down
to death and all the devious goings-on
but absurd to think anything
can come back
in the kind of rain I've seen fall
on Sunday

it's another joke on us: the eggs, the bunnies
and the green grass