Sponge - Poem by Lindsay Smith
the chatter of children
on the morning of Christ's emergence
& a cat scratching at the door
seeking the comfort of flames
is the beauty in being
& to know & see
yellow petals flutter in the sun
the knobbed pine dropp its cones
when bid by the wind
not for the taste of hemlock sweet
I dream the things that are
that touch me
as a needle thrust to the bone
Poet's Notes about The Poem
The needle is what most people are familiar is used to make body art. Needles used in acupunture are for healing & redirecting the flow of Qi.
The legend about the crucifixion is that Christ was stabbed in the side with a spear by a Roman soldier & that he was given a soaked sponge which may have had vinegar. Hemlock, a powerful sedative. Poison in a strong dose.
Hemlock belongs to the hop family used in making beer. Originally Christmas was to celebrate the birth of the sungod Mazda. The workers who built the great pyramids drank beer.
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