Happy Easter

The Easter Flower by Claude McKay

Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly
My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground,
Where gleamed the lilac-tinted Easter lily
Soft-scented in the air for yards around;

Alone, without a hint of guardian leaf!
Just like a fragile bell of silver rime,
It burst the tomb for freedom sweet and brief
In the young pregnant year at Eastertime;

And many thought it was a sacred sign,
And some called it the resurrection flower;
And I, a pagan, worshiped at its shrine,
Yielding my heart unto its perfumed power.

Easter Morning by Amy Clampitta

stone at dawn
cold water in the basin
these walls’ rough plaster
imageless
after the hammering
of so much insistence
on the need for naming
after the travesties
that passed as faces,
grace: the unction
of sheer nonexistence
upwelling in this
hyacinthine freshet
of the unnamed
the faceless

My smile this week – had a quiet Easter Sunday with Him Indoors – gardening, puzzling, cooking. In the afternoon we had a virtual meeting with the family from the Philippines, England and my brother on his ship in Colombia. Have a lovely week everyone.

For: ALL SEASONS – EASTER SEASON – The Jesh Studio (wordpress.com), The Weekly Smile for the Fifth of April, 2021 #weeklysmile | Trent’s World (the Blog)

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