My Mind

Personal website of M.G. Daniel. Sharing poetry, my writings, snippets from my life and whatever's on my mind.

but Sunday – Sundays…

Leave a comment

…according to poet Ishion Hutchinson. I’m reading him now…picked him up again. Liking the flashbacks of school days, Sunday church and small churchcommunity life in his The End of Play:

Sunlight refracted on the playing field, khakis
pinned with poppies, red eyes, noon bells snorted
the end of our play and we entered homerooms,

uniforms badged with stains, a dunce scent swimming
in our heads, milk breath purred curses picked
up from cane cutters, the crocus spirit-talk of women

broken by the crack they work everyday in the earth
but Sunday – Sundays the Quaker Chapel bell
quiescent with God’s love and wrath, the pews’ silence

like graves eroding around the stone church –

Advertisements

Author: M.G. Daniel

I am a lifelong scribbler who is now focusing on poetry and becoming more established as a writer.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s