Learning the Father’s Path By Stephen Kingsnorth

Learning the Father’s Path

I hear it from the Sabbath man,
a sentiment of holy charm,
so squeaky clean, like jet black book,
suspended palms, bat on a string,
flap model wing from Halloween.

I see it through the pastor’s beads,
that trickle down, brine rivulets,
his paw clutch mop to blot the brow,
his forehead, skull, that boulder style,
plead rising voice, feigned eloquence.

I feel it from the man in house,
smash high-rise arms of witches’ brew,
sweat stink outbreak from bottled drink,
cranial ram that batters Mum -
should I follow our father’s path?

Stephen Kingsnorth (Cambridge M.A., English & Religious Studies), retired to Wales from ministry in the Methodist Church, has had pieces published by on-line poetry sites, printed journals and anthologies.  https://poetrykingsnorth.wordpress.com/         

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