Friday, December 20, 2013

Calling All Angels

I need angels at the oars
if I'm to get this boat ashore.
Every preacher grab a pail.
Bishops!  Buckets!  Better bail!
Sisters, pray this piece to earth,
or we're walkin' waves
and suckin' surf.

For Fireblossom Friday at Real Toads

19 comments:

Buddah Moskowitz said...

"Throw out the lifeline, someone is slipping away."

Kerry O'Connor said...

It does take more than bishops with buckets to get one to the shore!

hedgewitch said...

Amen! Happy Yule to you and your motley crew of pirates, princesses and geckos, MZ.

Susan said...

Preachers and Bishops? I'm praying!
Have a wonderful Christmas, sister poet, enjoying hearth and home and all.

Peggy said...

I like this spare tell-it-like-it-is approach! Angels would be helpful at the oars! Happy Holidays.

wkkortas said...

If doesn't stand fire-and-brimstone hellfire on its head, this at least tosses it on its side. Wonderful stuff.

Kay L. Davies said...

I love this. I absolutely love it. Preachers and pails, bishops and buckets...perfect...and the last three lines are wonderful.
K

Marion said...

Hallelujah, sista'! ;-) Happy Holidays, Poet. xo

Fireblossom said...

I love this! Especially the bishops with buckets!

Sam Edge said...

Walking waves and sucking surf ... sounds about right mz

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This topic - and your wonderful poem - could not be more timely, tonight, my friend.

Helen said...

Sister, I'm a'prayin .... don't want no waves, no surf!

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Is someone on the drums?

Gemma Wiseman said...

The alliteration works some devious wonders in this poem. The renegade has vented. Like an awesome mini dramatic monologue.

Hannah said...

Love the alliteration and the fun rhyme in this, MZ...and great point made!!

Susie Clevenger said...

I love this. "or we're walkin' waves and suckin' surf" Fantastic as always!!

Steve King said...

Good luck with the Bishops...I hope you can at least see the shore from where you're looking.

Best Season's Greetings to you and yours.

Steve K.

Ella said...

Damn those bishops with buckets-too slow! I love your poem

blueoran said...

If Michael can't be found to heave the oars, then who is it we can call on? A seasick deacon is about as helpful as a limp captain. This is really a gem, M. Zen. A chantey for today's rough tide. - B