Called heretic and April’s witch,
Emma dons a thorned crown
and carries her totem, Lepus, into
her persecution as if it was
her coronation.
Resurrection comes every spring
in a love ballad written with
yellow notes of daffodils risen
from winter’s death…
What hell would suggest she be damned
for finding God in Easter’s pastel eggs
gently laid in wombs of grass to bless
a child with discovery?
Emma has no argument with a cross.
It was Mother Earth’s limbs severed
to display the agony of a son dying for love.
There is vanity in everyone…
Unrestricted it will sacrifice compassion.
Spiritual paths don’t always share the same landscape.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
Written from the inspiration of: #skyloverwordlist `- ballad,
Image The Sunday Muse #103, and
Real Toads~Fireblossom Friday ~Love
Written from the inspiration of: #skyloverwordlist `- ballad,
Image The Sunday Muse #103, and
Real Toads~Fireblossom Friday ~Love
#napowrimo2020 Day 12
Comments
It was Mother Earth’s limbs severed
to display the agony of a son dying for love"
Well done.
I hope your Easter was Happy.
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gently laid in wombs of grass to bless
a child with discovery?" of course! of course!
love it. thank you.