IT WAS RAINING OUTSIDE

This is a recent poem, pulled together from a couple of memories and mostly imagination. That said I think it makes its point.

PROOF

Opinions were aired

for no other reason

than it was raining outside

and people have mouths

and a need to use them

One of those days

you know the sort

when the talk circled

then settled on Jesus

was he real

She thought he could have been

though wasn’t sure

whatever he was

he was only a man

the rest of it was made up

Then her husband chips in

what do you know

none of it was real

and you’re the fool

for thinking that it was

Those of us listening

looked away

were silent

we would rather

have been elsewhere

While I reflected on

how many times this conversation

must have happened

since that day

they went and nailed him to a tree

Brian Patten used to talk about how the last line can make you re-evaluate a poem. This is what I tried to do with this poem. I wanted the body of the poem to illustrate the last stanza.

I have been a fan of Maya De Vitry since seeing the Stray Birds around 2011. See has a new album out later this year.

Until next time.