March 16, 2014

Laying Bare

Not being particularly Biblical, I've never seen this wonderful piece of art before, so my poem kind of incorporates Lent and Mary Magdalene - what the prompt said when it first spoke to me.   Hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

Gathering for mouth and heart  grandeur to a new fine art
To many it may feel unjust,
without the greed and upper crust

The dawning days not made to last
while under Simon's roof amassed
A man's deceit and other voices,
burdening, eternal choices

Tables worn with wine and fever
still supply the disbeliever
Yet, cannot tell his learned friend
this feast, alas, draws near the end

Come, diner, with him sit around,
effeminate, or muscle bound
To read his soul and dine on grace
a vision never to efface

Cleanse and drying weary feet
feeling comfortably replete
Embittered though from heart to womb
she but a vessel to exhume

He carries love and condemns sin
yet wears her like a signet ring
Dining on both bad and good
he calls to feast but serves no food.........

In Simon's house they all were fed,
a revelation left for dead
Plates sit cold and goblets dry -
fills up the willing to comply

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13 comments:

Jon said...

This work of art has been brought to life by your wonderfully descriptive poem.

The Blog of Bee said...

For someone who claims not to be 'biblically-minded' you did a damn fine job!

Geo. said...

El Greco's "Feast In The House Of Simon" is a favorite of mine. The excitement and agitation expressed in wild fabric folds --as if a wind was blasting through the room. Your poem coincides with this as well as the spiritual inquiry in the diners' faces.

Berowne said...

Technically speaking, a fine job.

Optimistic Existentialist said...

How awesome - you really brought it to life :)

Jenny Woolf said...

Very good!

Other Mary said...

I enjoyed it very much Helena. Well done!

Rajlakshmi said...

That's really some wonderful writing. Loved it.

Cait O'Connor said...

He carries love and condemns sin
yet wears her like a signet ring
Dining on both bad and good
he calls to feast but serves no food....

Brilliant poem, thank you.

Tess Kincaid said...

"Yet wears her like a signet ring"...oh!

Belva Rae Staples said...

Interesting and well written.

Bekkie Sanchez said...

I loved that line "yet wears her like a signet ring" it's awesome!

~T~ said...

He always brings the Bread of Life to the table...
Nice!