As they did last Easter and those before,
women's careworn fingers gather
strewn petals from pews and floor;
dismembered roses,
white chrysanthemums
cling to hair and float from shoulders,
little bells that deck the casket
jingling like flocks of goats
in mountain pastures
as flame passes from cupped palm
to amber wand, and the column
wells from courtyard gates,
in lamentation's wake.
A tocsin tolls eternal loss
as mourners trace paths from the Cross,
the fragrant catafalque borne aloft
over feathery sepals, waxen drops.
April 25, 2008
Greek Easter - the Epitaphios
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2008
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