Thursday, February 14, 2008

Samson's Riddle

The English lion’s tawny sandstone carcass
has high vaulted ribs to arch a large space:
Tonight I’ll enter the cathedral
and ensconce I suppose on a long oak pew.

I’ll sample a few pearls of the honey
I’ve heard drip from a new comb.
‘Out of the eater something to eat.’
From the cavern, something sweet?

3 comments:

Radagast said...

Great to see your poetry back on line!

ish said...

thanks Radagast, things have been a bit dry ... but not for want of thinking about it.

Inconsequential said...

Just recently finished a book with that same riddle in it, and no, I didn't re-read the bible :)

I think it was Garden of Rama, by Arthur C clarke.

Anyhow, I liked your piece :)