While Waiting at the River Styx

"It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God." (Matthew 19:24)

While waiting at the river Styx, in twisted time untaught,

from branches of the gallows tree, in recollections wrought,

your soul, a beggar’s blanket, hangs in crazy quilted knots,

with dangling pearls and diamond studs in dripping crimson clots,

midst gaping wounds and bulging eyes like fouling apricots,

for wrapped like rope around your throat’s the Reaper’s grim garrote.

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

This is excellent writing Terry. It trips off the tongue with great images. I thought 'dripping crimson clots' and 'fouling apricots' superb. You've created a wonderful interpretation of the profound (and topical!) biblical verse.
Great work,
Alan

[Luna]

The title caught my eye. And this poem didn't disappoint me at all in fact I loved it . Keep writing :)

[Jes' Pi]

I always was a big fan of your poems..and I still am. I wish I could review them but I have nothing to say. Good job, Terry O' Leary.

[Terry O'Leary]

Thank you, Atashusi, you are very kind!
Terry