Her Heaving Line

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Don’t tie me a tight
heaving line knot
like those used
to gird monks
to Mister Christ
or to add weight
to throws and casts
of messenger lines

Three loose ships –
Poverty – Chastity
and Obedience
pull at five rope coils
to match five wounds
in a fisherman’s side
They are out of reach –
no looped hawser pulls

Make me a postulant
for nine months
Make me a novitate
for twelve months
Make me take a vow
not yet launched
or knotted by love
Not bound by any God

Mike Bell Poetry

Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here one at a time, and then take a nap. By then he should be about 85 years old and have out-gunned PD, dementia, and the end of days. Possibly. Before the floods and fires. Mike Bell is found working for money as a freelance set designer.

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