Maundy Thursday Poem by Wilfred Owen

Maundy Thursday

Rating: 3.4


Between the brown hands of a server-lad
The silver cross was offered to be kissed.
The men came up, lugubrious, but not sad,
And knelt reluctantly, half-prejudiced.
(And kissing, kissed the emblem of a creed.)
Then mourning women knelt; meek mouths they had,
(And kissed the Body of the Christ indeed.)
Young children came, with eager lips and glad.
(These kissed a silver doll, immensely bright.)
Then I, too, knelt before that acolyte.
Above the crucifix I bent my head:
The Christ was thin, and cold, and very dead:
And yet I bowed, yea, kissed - my lips did cling.
(I kissed the warm live hand that held the thing.)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jim Bobby Jim 04 March 2020

Sorry Wilf, I don't rate this one

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Dr Antony Theodore 08 July 2019

Then I, too, knelt before that acolyte. Above the crucifix I bent my head: The Christ was thin, and cold, and very dead: And yet I bowed, yea, kissed - my lips did cling. Very fine poem. tony

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Jim Bobby Jim 04 March 2020

r u sure about dat most boring poem ive read in a long time

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