RESURRECTION
Sigh Messiah
Agony of cross
Howl out your heart for death
Echo of shadows
Cry rusty nail
Let twisted minds drown,
Let the blood of slaughter
Steep Calvary
Weep moldy wood
The stench of decay
From hacked bodies of war
Cracked sin-stained skulls
Sting shiny blade
Slice a crimson cull
Splatter gut-gore carnage
Barbarous tribe
Burn torch of night
Illuminate sky
Flood putrefied badlands
Oriflamme dawn
Rise in the light
Snake-cast left behind
Smooth peach in the garden
Resurrection
Jane Sharp
12 March 2010
This is the same poem written in a different metre
RESURRECTION (TAKE TWO)
Sigh, Messiah, agony of the cross
Howl out your heart for death’s shadows to fall
Cry rusty nail, and let twisted minds drown
Let the blood of slaughter steep Calvary
Weep moldy wood with the stench of decay
From hacked bodies of war, cracked sin-stained skulls
Sting shining blade, and slice a crimson cull
Splatter gut-gore carnage, barbarous tribe
Burn torch of night, illuminate the sky
Flood putrefied badlands oriflamme dawn
Rise in the light, the snake-cast left behind
And wait, smooth peach, for the resurrection
Jane Sharp
12 March 2010
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Jane Sharp has lived in Vrahassi, a mountain village in Crete, for the past sixteen years. She has been writing poetry for a lot longer. Her poems have been published in magazines, read on the B.B.C. and have won prizes.
