An Easter of Echoes

[Poem inspired by this bank holiday weekend 07 April 2023 - 10 April 2023]

Casting emerald hues onto the tan weaved floor,

The peace of Easter Sunday taps gently at her door –

Lifting the weighted veil

From a Cadbury’s Twirled and Twisted betrayal.

White fondant worlds,

Encapsulated within fictitious spheres,

Disappear as Lindt bunny ears,

Cascade down the chins of craving,

In a passion for Christ;

Iced buns shielding the sacrificed.

The ebbing hum of Surrey Dock floods

Fields of sun-scorched daffodils,

Painted majestically onto water washed hills –

Imposing a pastoral picture

Onto Canary Wharf’s capitalist fixture.

Murky pools of whipped cocoa

Reflect in the eyes of Canadian geese,

Who roam the streets like London’s secret police;

Singing hymns in a breach of peace.

Coffee grains dance through daylight -

Sprinkling hints of chocolate onto the asphalt,

As the crazed eyes of day dreamers float ...

Through the farm;

A rustic space with antiquated charm.

Cries of a holy lamb

And groans from a graphite-garmented ram,

Hover in the religious realm of Easter Sunday -

Echoing in harmony as churchgoers pray.

As saxophones in spring skip through the sky,

Characters from 80s Ireland defy

The purported lie

Lying behind the AIDs epidemic -

Systemic

Stereotypes;

Woes written by bluesy bagpipes,

Resurrected for Rufus Harley Junior –

Awaken the lone, indigo petunia,

Hypothesizing hope

On 37 Avenue,

As London engulfs chocolate fondue.

Sunday on Southbank smells of suburban cider,

To the peripheral outsider –

Balancing on the terrace of time,

Smiling in the sublime

Space of detached delirium.

Alone in her literary city

Easter starts to seem rather pretty

Indeed,

For her imagination has been freed

To roam ...

The swinging streets;

Bobbing along to Ginsberg’s beats -

Reciting the romance of John Keats.

For then a friend she meets.