#NaPoWriMo18: Day 10, Transubstantiation

Photo by Josh Applegate on Unsplash, for the Day 8 prompt, revisited.


Sanctify
my body as I pray;
with clasped hands,
bowed head, kneeling
here, before this altar
of remembering.

I come
for the broken bread,
blessed, become
shredded body. And wine
in urn, become blood,
spilt forty times
but one.

Sin seethes
beneath the surface
of this body, this flesh
from earth descended,
unravelling like a thread
roughly yanked from
frayed yarn.

Verbum caro, panem verum
I seek the redemption
in your flayed flesh.
Sanctify this body
As I pray.

#NaPoWriMo18: Day 6, For The Ones The Genes Took


For the ones the genes took. Photo by Wendy Scofield on Unsplash.

We prayed the Jinns would not take you
That when the dust from your fighting feet, and the chill of the terror of the night would lift
you would return in peace.

With our knees we ground a hole
into the ground from constant supplication, in hope that you would be whole again
but the genes would not let up

And like a sapling cut down in its prime
you are becoming a fading memory.

#NaPoWriMo18: Day 4, What It Is

For the Day 4 Prompt, a challenge to describe an abstraction with concrete nouns. Photo by Steve Halama on Unsplash

What it is is something smouldering
A tiny reed, slowly taking flame
That perchance with time might
Burst into a raging flame

What it is is a call and response
A place remembered and returned to
In a season of despair

In its light one sees
the self in all its glory
warts and all,
and learns the painful truth
that one is human too

#NaPoWriMo18: Day 3, Name Dropping


For the Day 3 prompt, A list poem of band names. I fear my choices betray my age (and my penchant for Christian Contemporary Music). Photo by frankie cordoba on Unsplash.

Six Pence None The Richer
for you corrodes my conformity
into discordant notes.

On Black Streets,
six degrees north of Building 429
a Rush Of Fools Switches foot
and stops to breathe again.

DC Talks to the Newsboys
Ignoring Caedmon’s Call
Until the Third Day
when the Second Chapter Of Acts
is unleashed.

#NaPoWriMo18

Offshore Nigeria, back in the day. For the prompt Rise/Set.

It is now a mere three days to the start of National Poetry Month this year, three years since I last participated. Back then in addition to the prompts from the NaPoWriMo website, I had La Reine and Tolu for company, two poets who are far more deserving of the label. I plan on jumping in this year, the idea primarily being to participate, rather than hammer out high quality poetry. Fingers crossed.