trust: a poem

Since I’m musing about faith and its relationship to trust, I dug up a poem I wrote last year. It concerns the fragile nature of trust, and thus of faith.

trust —
is a precarious thing
with spiderweb feathers
and sugar-spun wings

quick into flight
and mantled in light
before powdered into keen-edged dust

a penitent saint
with eyes spun of glass
and palms free of taint

or a streetcorner whore
rouged and broad, a door
giving forth and giving out

common as clay
and dull as the day
with the color of pigeons
ash gray, ash gray

a shit-stain, a death
unnoticed as breath
and the jewel beyond price

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About whitecatgrove

The musings of a Druid priestess, singer, poet and musician in Upstate New York.
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