Author: Paul House

Poetry: Good Friday in Salamanca



Good Friday processions in Salamanca

The brass bands almost joyous

Behind the heavy statues, the ageless

Image of Christ on the cross,

Or in the Garden of Gethsemane

Where plates from the Last Supper stand empty

And an olive tree is rooted at His back.

 

Salamanca, steeped in time and mystery,
The whole city is a cathedral,
Carved, ornate and filled with people.
Narrow streets and medieval
Arches, black and white storks
Like suprlassed priests in cassocks
Stand mute in nests above this history.

 

Walk around the city. The sound of psalms
And faith is buried, then rises again,
A kiss becomes betrayal not affection,
Hands reach out only for nails and pain.
But in our little world of Paul and Susie,
Think me worth your love, come to me
And let me Easter in your arms.






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