Sibyl Oracle Gifted Loaves Of Wisdom Poem by Terence George Craddock

I would have fed
you loaves of bread
enough to feed armies

I would have knead
soft dough lovingly
with salt of my tears

as blessings baked
fresh loaves in hot
large communal ovens

served loaves hot
warm crisp with rich
yellow butter to melt

in receptive mouths
but there was no decades
time to write poems

no mentor no patron
to aid ease taken path
I gifted you six thousand

three hundred plus poems
but these are only a few bread
crumbs to gift what I could

have written; back in 85 or 87?
I wrote the prophetic lines
read marvel at the dross

while too few mourn a greater loss
in the bitter poem 'Stone Cross'
later to become 'Stone Cross Prologue'

yes I would have Sibyl gifted you loaves
of baked wisdom but now all you receive is
a few bread crumbs stale from birds protected


Copyright © Terence George Craddock