Another year, but what is new?
A number added, even so
not odd that past ran out of time.
Unchanged the months preceding last,
behaviour “’fore the saviour’s birth”,
another lore in lawless world,
I think not bare, unwritten, marked
those 365
blank pages claimed.
There is a preface, preamble,
the themes prewritten, finger moved.
As reading you and me, us, we,
the story I’m writing, old, old,
but most who scanned those books of yore,
recovered Word, to shelve again.
Stephen Kingsnorth (Cambridge M.A., English & Religious Studies), retired to Wales, UK, from ministry in the Methodist Church due to Parkinson’s Disease, has had pieces curated and published by on-line poetry sites, printed journals and anthologies, including Poetry Potion. He has, like so many, been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. His blog is at https://poetrykingsnorth.wordpress.com