poetry in the classical style, in generally pleasant themes
Part 1
The people enter
ascension of mind and soul
and body.
We face the East
and approach the curtain
but no further.
Through the royal blue,
the holiest walk
with lavish confidence of place
to business class.
Part 2
My wife is stuck in the Holy of Holies,
blocked by the temple servants
and their carts of grain offerings.
Here’s a little verse to recount what is recorded in 1 Samuel 5. I like that the verse is light in form, yet takes stability to an extreme in its line length, line count, and rhyme pattern. Condensing the story into 16 syllables forces an uncomplicated remembrance culminating in a calm, assured conclusion in the last line. Enjoy!
His name, Dagon
His hands, dey gone
Ashdod’s day gone
Yahweh dae go’on
Joe Spring writes 