Annunciation
I was alone at the well.
I was doused in shadow and in deed.
My yoke lay on the ground, waiting.
I cannot say what I mean.
I was come upon.
I was going to carry the water to my espoused man,
Joseph, of the house of David.
Gillian Allnutt, from How the Bicycle Shone: New And Selected Poems, Bloodaxe, 2007.
There’s economy, there’s compression.! O lord. The power of dialect. I was come upon. Unforgettable. Thank you, Anthony. I hadn’t known this poem. Now I can’t un-know it.
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Reblogged this on The Great Fogginzo's Cobweb and commented:
First Advent poem….lovely. Now I’m waiting for tomorrow to see what it brings.
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