#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 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

#2 – Weathered


Aberdeen’s City Centre is a panoply of old, weathered buildings, seasoned – as Yusef Komunyakaa so eloquently puts it in his poem, Ode To The Drum – by wind, dusk and sunlight. To that trio of elements, one would have to add snow and rain, given they are hardly ever in short supply in this corner of the world.

Before oil – and some would add, the EU  – there was fishing and an entire industry of fish processing in and around the harbour area. These days, gleaming buildings – and car parks – share the skyline, a curious juxtaposition of old and new, brick and glass and perhaps the reinvention of a city.