Good Friday 2013

Good Friday dawned,dark whispers of lossbegan as a low humby lunch the buzzing in my earsreached crescendo.Priest’s spoke of bloodthe radio chimed with requiem.Whispers of an ancient griefit coated skin like verdigrisI tried to shift it sidewayslose it on the slant of sunyet all I heard wasyour voice calling out to me.Good Friday dawned in aftermathof lamb’s blood, a mythical griefthat stalked the sleet strewn fieldsstranger’s talked of love but it wasfar too soon to heal thisdull under blow of winterburning through my boneleaving me paper thin& keening.