SCRIPTORIUM-a poem [M, 8-7-23]

CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith & Life for the Years of Winter--

SCRIPTORIUM-a poem [M, 8-7-23]

 

I was once a tonsured monk

Started young and finished old

Not the type who

did the capital flourishes

but just good old common letters

as in a picture book

without the pictures

Except my mind wandered

every day

and so many of the letters

I wrote out in a hand

no one could decipher

All upside down

and downside up

Now my hell is sitting

in my narrow cell

staring down

those strange words I scratched

upon the passing breeze

 

John Robert McFarland