I add sugar and schnapps watch the liquid almost boil ladle it into warm mugs
we breathe in the alcohol swat the wasps remember the last Good Friday and one
before marvel at the yeasty buns suck the sticky glaze from our fingers
lift the pale crosses to our lips knowing that Judas will betray Jesus that Pilate
will wash his hands that Veronica will wipe his face a soldier will lance his side
that he will chat to a couple of thieves just before he dies but
drunk on nostalgia
ripe in our loss
it is the triumph
of the empty tomb
we most admire
and raise our
hot mugs of wine
Thanks Maggie. Other bloggers are joining me in posting a Tuesday Poem this week [note this list is regularly updated]. The result is a rather wonderful online 'open mike' session or an informal poetry 'journal'.
You'll also always find a poem on NZ Poet Laureate Cilla McQueen's blog. She's writing an astonishing poem in instalments called Serial using images from the National Library. A new instalment is published every Monday, Wednesday and Friday.