Lapsed

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

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

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

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you so much Leslie that means a lot to me.

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks Coyote

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome John.

[wordman]

i suppose this could be directed to the pope,great write

[John Alexander McFadyen]

thanks Ron

[duff]

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.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you so much duff. I am very honoured.

[duff]

You bet my friend!

[Tony Jordan]

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.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed Tony. I know you get this one!

[Tony Jordan]

In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti
;)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Amen!!!!!!

[AcasualPawn]

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

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you.

[DIVYA]

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.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you so much Divya. More me leaving my Catholic beliefs behind and feeling full of sensual life. Many thank yous!

[DIVYA]

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

You are welcome John.