My church Would Look Like… by Stephen Kingsnorth

Quaz | November 21st, 2021 | poetry | No Comments


I lived in Cambridge, five years long,
just up the road from Jesus Green,
the site of lido, article,
as illustrated, Varsity,
this image unreal, for its scene.

‘Ill-fated trip, the lido’ named,
so how this linked, alongside pews –
suggests this treats the Baptist church,
submersible, the Jordan’s blue,
or even azure, given hue?

When is in-tense, desire expressed,
conditional, the other mood?
With no context, some snippet verse
is cutting, letters, poison pen,
demand, or wish-list, amateur?

If church, community of faith,
that One with nowhere, lay his head,
then paradise not tropical,
some transfer, values of this world,
but gutter shared with guttersnipes.

Poet Bio

Stephen Kingsnorth (Cambridge M.A., English & Religious Studies), retired to Wales, UK, from ministry in the Methodist Church, with Parkinson’s Disease, has had pieces published by on-line poetry sites, printed journals and anthologies, most recently The Sweetycat Press, The Parliament Literary Magazine, Poetry Potion, Grand Little Things, The Poet Magazine, Stone Poetry Journal.

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