Easter Saturday

the altars are stripped          brass crosses dark
in shrouds of purple net     there is no damask now
no silk falls to soak up sound        we hear our heavy feet
in vivid stone …………………..cold

on Saturday morning the movement begins
women from the farms and villages
women from the town         come carrying leaves
sun splashed laurel                   catkinned hazel

they come with bags and baskets   bundled with flowers
frothing spring by the armful
they are bringing in the resurrection        pouring down the lanes
a river of green         tomorrow there will be lilies

Jan Dean

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2 Responses to Easter Saturday

  1. suepoemcat says:

    Truly beautiful Jan x

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