Jacqui Thewless Poems

I gave up churches,
even the ones that recognised
silence as a river of sacred possibilities:
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At the flowering,
Solstice makes Poppies’ frills flash in its cornfields,
leads Rose petal silks along garden paths,
lets folded Foxglove-fingers ruby and open for bees
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For every time
and place, the right
encouragement.
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Few folk will talk about shadows
after a long winter
except poets, who listen
to what shadows say.
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For us,
communion gifts were otherwise.
We went to sing the song O,
Thou, pure, divine
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You didn’t believe me at the time:
how could I be so fond?
But it’s true, I said:
poets are always
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Two years ago, the Ferris Wheel
offered you a view.
It’s true that time runs out
to an ordered plan
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The good have been a.w.o.l. for a long time
and the blue mood rules
Europe, making fury futile,
reconciliation necessary as middle-aged bathroom-
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