Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Sister

Sister Mary Dry as Dogma,
it's time to wet your knife;
the plums this July
are to die for.

Sister Carry Cross for Comfort,
you might just take a shine
to the sweetness of a flesh
you haven't tried before.

Don't try to weed the garden -
just let something catch your eye.
There's more to apples
than the apple core.

Sister Magda Lean and Longing,
you stink of sacrifice.
Don't you ever pray for something
to be forgiven for?

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

15 comments:

carob hush said...

Awesome. You are so stinkin' clever!

I especially like this:
"Don't try to weed the garden -
just let something catch your eye."

Mark Kerstetter said...

I like the scent of menace and sin, and at the same time a kind of original innocence. You do so much with so few words.

Kerry O'Connor said...

The names of the sisters are like a whiplash at the beginning of each stanza. As one who has little patience for the dogma of piety, this earns a high five.
Preach!

thotpurge said...

Very cleverly crafted.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

You are so brilliant. This is perfect!!!!

Margaret said...

In absolute awe - as usual.

Timoteo said...

That last stanza cuts right to the heart, "sister"

David Scott said...

I really dig this. Can't wait to read more of your work!

David Scott said...

I really dig this. Can't wait to read more of your work!

David Scott said...

I really dig this. Can't wait to read more of your work!

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Loved this, especially the pointed names of the sisters.

Gillena Cox said...


luv your sarcasm coupled with wit

much love...

Marian said...

Ah, so cutting!

grapeling said...

catholic school student / survivor here.

perfect ~

Fireblossom said...

They should come to the cliffs of the Order of Saint Creola, Our Lady of the Falling Piano!