The Judas Tree

Kevin Michael Bloor

In winter, melancholic mist
floats friendless ‘cross the frozen field,
as I hang lonely and unkissed,
and to my dread depression yield.

Above, the shrouded, silent sun
stands still, or so it seems to me.
Below, this dismal devil’s son
swings slowly on the Judas-Tree.

By noon, when dreary darkness falls,
I hear a soulful singing bird.
From tree to tree the creature calls.
He hopes, by one, he will be heard.

At dusk, when all sweet dreams expire,
my empty, aching heart grows cold.
And thoughts, once fed with Jesus-fire,
turn grey the season’s gleaming gold.

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 10th, 2024 06:30
  • Comment from author about the poem: for traitors
  • Category: Religion
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  • orchidee

    Was I traitorous when I changed giving my custom to Waitrose and went to the Co-op instead?! lol.

    • Kevin Michael Bloor

      Kind of. And the Co-op is deffo a step down from the classic Waitrose. Come back! lol

      • orchidee

        And yet the Co-op is expensive these days too!

      • Christina8

        Beautiful poetry,wonderful rhyme and cadence! Great message though sad



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