Lapsed

Lapsed

A Poem by John Alexander McFadyen
"

Father, why hast thou forsaken me?

"

Lapsed

My soul, pale as putty,

and dried hard

in a screw-topped glass jar,

sits on a crumbling shelf

in an old tin shed.

The lid is screwed tight

the air sucked out

so that it exists

in a vacuum.

There is no light,

only dark.

The door is shut firmly

and secured with a heavy

iron padlock.

I am air,

I float above the verdant earth,

free.

I breathe-in the blue oxygen

of life

and leave that dark

Catholic relic

in its crypt.

 

01/08/17


© 2017 John Alexander McFadyen



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Great write...with an original running metaphor full of power and sincerity. I really like this.

Posted 3 Months Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

3 Months Ago

Thank you so much Leslie that means a lot to me.
To be locked away and knowing darkness. Deadly place and if we can breath again. The light of day is appreciated. Nice tale left something for the reader to think about. Thank you John for sharing for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 3 Months Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

3 Months Ago

Thanks Coyote
Coyote Poetry

3 Months Ago

You are welcome John.
i suppose this could be directed to the pope,great write

Posted 3 Months Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

3 Months Ago

thanks Ron
Putty shape shifting stuff John. I always find that your writing challenges the reader to go beyond the norm and really see what's going on. Enjoyed this immensely. Nice job.

Posted 3 Months Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

3 Months Ago

Thank you so much duff. I am very honoured.
method

3 Months Ago

You bet my friend!
Quite the analogy here John. The rock hard putty (once useful?) resembling the hardened attitude towards mother Church and the end of an era (putty is so rarely used in modern glazing).
Certainly plenty of food for thought here.

Posted 3 Months Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

3 Months Ago

Indeed Tony. I know you get this one!
Tony Jordan

3 Months Ago

In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti
;)
John Alexander McFadyen

3 Months Ago

Amen!!!!!!
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Soul suffered and prisoned in darkest hell wanted freedom.until it die(to become air itself) to ultimately gain its freedom...... Good

Posted 3 Months Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

3 Months Ago

Thank you.
The first part is such an unusual description of the soul. Used putty is pale and so beaten, it makes for a brilliant analogy, especially in an airless jar. Ironically, to live is to be dead and to die is to come alive! I almost sense a death wish here. A very deep, very different write John. Loved it.

Posted 3 Months Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

3 Months Ago

Thank you so much Divya. More me leaving my Catholic beliefs behind and feeling full of sensual life.. read more
DIVYA

3 Months Ago

Its difficult to break that conditioning and that's why I am so happy for you.

You a.. read more

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John Alexander McFadyen
John Alexander McFadyen

Brixworth, England, United Kingdom



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