Armed with righteous conformity
the zealots rang my bell
Came calling on a cleaning day,
in that remote country hell
Spotted me before I did them
my attention on wringing the mop
No choice but to answer
and before I could ask them to stop
Carefully scripted narrative
tumbled from pious lips
Bemused, I noted neither blink
as I, stark naked, stood hands on hips.
(Image my own)
Evil dons a political mask,
puppetry performed
with carefully construed phrases,
public favour swayed…
and as a final ruse
deploys duplicitous vestments
declaring divinity onboard.
(For Willow Poetry’s What Do You See? challenge: image as prompt.)
Narrow passages,
spiritual spires set bar –
minded not teachings,
constraint of hypocrisy
oppressed connection to God.
(Written in response to Willow Poetry’s “What Do You See?” challenge, with the promptings of Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: narrow/ minded.)
How to separate oneself
from church, from religion –
the indoctrination, like skin
so firmly attached…yet…
there is testimony,
and doubt stirring,
encircling –
stories of violations, and
a niggling disquiet…
a memory…no…wait –
surely it is only the sway
of this modern outcry,
the power of suggestion
influencing mind…
(Abuse perpetrated in the name of religion continues to surface. I submit this piece in response to the gracious promptings of 50 Word Thursday, Fandango, and Ragtag Community. Picture is from personal collection.)
One Woman's Quest 