Tight twisted vine trail round the horns,
a plait for headdress, lasso bone,
dumb ox placated, slaughter grace,
strange resignation, mask on face.
to drip in flames, stripped to the bone,
smeared dribble lips, first beast then feast,
bright glitter sight for sad brown pool,
black kettle brim, spout spirit stream,
tongue teeth and cackle, digging ribs,
some green eyed winks, but soon wide yawn.
Expectant promise down the line,
both curse or hope, dependent will,
bold fruitfulness proved in the womb,
another cord, placenta plait,
from horn, lasso to helpless grace,
bright glitter sight for sad blood pool,
a feast for slaughtered innocence.
Stephen Kingsnorth (Cambridge M.A., English & Religious Studies), retired to Wales from ministry in the Methodist Church, has had some 190 pieces published by on-line poetry sites, including Poetry Potion, printed journals and anthologies. https://poetrykingsnorth.wordpress.com/