At times, old insecurities come to the fore, hand in hand with wistful memories of past lovers, loss, death and grief. At other times, I have bitter quarrels with God late into the night about sin, redemption and child-death; and when solace will not come, in despair, I run for shelter to life's true confessional—poetry.
Saturday, 17 March 2018
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The fate of the giant rabbit - a poem by Chris Zachariou
The Surreal Allegory of Power |
The rabbit swam down the river
with a bag of onions on his back.
He was tired but had no choice.
Thomas, in the guise of a staring sun
was on the lookout for a lazy rabbit.
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