You Are Going To Sierra Olta

Sierra Olta on the Costa Blanca

I was an alter boy once.

Granted, in the cold recesses

of the sacristy I sipped the blood of Christ

behind Cannon Aylward's back,

but I otherwise played the role

as any good Catholic boy might.

I drifted from that dark

and cowardly religion,

glad to be liberated from its dogma,

the shackles of faith and belief

in a holy trinity.

It left its scars upon me though,

deep welts of angry red skin

that remind me that 'souls'

are for shoes and poetry.

But decades of having

to keep soothing those wounds

have left my bones brittle,

my heart a little battered.

And now,

you are going to Sierra Olta today,

with friends.

 

24/03/19

Author's Note

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You said a lot in these words. Sin, gin and life. Made us wonder. Can we be forgiven. I liked the journey, you took me with to a proper ending. I believe, we must forgive ourselves. Thank you Neville for sharing the powerful poetry.
Coyote

[John Alexander McFadyen]

No gin here Coyote John but I used to work with Neville and his wife!

[Coyote Poetry]

No more gin for me. Got old and grandchildren need my attention. Would be fun to work with Neville and wife.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Yes they are both excellent professionals.