Shift – a poem by Stephen Kingsnorth

Shift

Told Jesus walked through Easter doors,
a lockdown sham of much report
and Thomas offered digit wounds
whether he poked, though doubtless stared.
It’s more than magic show with bones,
an urban myth, dispensing shift;
is poetry or prose employed
to grasp what cannot be described?
Some try to cling old paradigm
amongst the vineyards, press for wine –
yet when they saw at breaking bread,
he disappeared, companions fled.
So why the box, contain what can’t –
because it fits what cannot fix?

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Stephen Kingsnorth (Cambridge M.A., English & Religious Studies), retired to Wales from ministry in the Methodist Church, has had some 140 pieces accepted by on-line poetry sites, including Amethyst Review; and Gold Dust, The Seventh Quarry, The Dawntreader, Foxtrot Uniform Poetry Magazines, Vita Brevis Anthology ‘Pain & Renewal’ & Fly on the Wall Press ‘Identity’.  https://poetrykingsnorth.wordpress.com/

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