Offerings
(aka Obsession Part 2)
Black plastic pouches
festooned along hedges,
lower branches of trees,
fences and railings.
Religiously filled
in expectation of grace.
Glowing in sunshine,
gleaming in moonlight,
glinting in rain,
glistening in frost.
Exuding an odour
of purest sanctity.
Offered up by devotees
of the dog god.
Very funny but sadly true. Do you need – in expectation of grace – ?
I suppose to further the metaphor… ‘grace’ might be needed. Or is it over-egging it? And is it true? Love all the images of glowing, glinting etc. Nice tight poem of few words saying a lot and saying it ironically.