The Rose Branch Poem by Liam ó Comáin

The Rose Branch



Icons of belief
from childhood
arose in memory
as a rose branch
tore my flesh
like the thorn
tortured man

As the wound
seeped like
melting tar
sucking blood
tasteless to
the tongue
to release
images from
when i first
perceived a crucifix

You were always
knocking at my door....

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