Good Friday
Three images - a triptych

Poppy
Flower of sacrifice
of loss
of carnage
From death's dark soil
You wave
flag like
in your thousands
Bespeckled field
of blood
now silent
save the breeze
that stirs your heads
and curlew call
that sounds
a distant warning
nature's last post.

Good Friday Mole Catcher

                              Dark night's work is done
                              Black pelts hung up to dry
                              Spiked against the sky
                              What was your crime?

                              Wayside Calvary
                              Dark reminder for all to see
                              Repulsed we flee
                              What was your crime?

                              Innocent upon a tree
                              Hung up to die
                              Spiked against the sky
                              What was your crime?

                              Wayside Calvary
                              So enter another night
                              We await the light
                              In your death was mine.

Primrose

You herald spring's rising
While earth is still cold
You emerge strong green leafed
Yellow flower reflecting early sun
and warmth to come.

You take us from winter's death
to spring's new life
In our Easter gardens
You proclaim another Son
Risen with promise and
hope to come.

(C) Peter Barber