Gethsemane Poem by linda jenkinson

Gethsemane

Rating: 2.8


Gone shouted echoed back empty
Here and there are voices contained.

Murmured gethsemanes
Hump my lungs to having
My murmered miracles
Mute.
My happy explanations merge.

Crack a yolk
Together with some salt.
Talk about dark gardens that
I cannot matter minutely.

Uncrack
As soon as we are able
And stable.
As old as some Gethsemane

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linda jenkinson

linda jenkinson

northallerton yorkshire uk
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