St Margaret's News May 2019 | Page 5

The First Day
It was an opal morning
Suddenly they stepped back
like a world made brand new,
wide-eyed and terrified,
spider webs on the branches
I would swear they were listening
glistened with fresh dew. to something deep inside.
As I looked out the window They spun around and set off
on the scene from my room,
laughter now on each face,
I saw some women sobbing
light footed as God’s gazelles
by a limestone tomb.
they scampered from that place.
Repeatedly they peered inside,
Curious beyond measure
bodies shaking with grief,
I went down to death’s lair,
as those who are forsaken
cautiously I entered in
without hope of relief.
but found no death in there.
© B.D. Prewer 1995
Image - Brian Rope
St Margaret’s News
5
May 2019