Deliverance

Christ on the Cross:
arms stretched out
like a baby
waiting to be rescued.

Imagist Poem

So much depends upon
a green hose
coiled and silent
like a snake in the grass.

"The French Confection"

“The French Confection”
The baker stands at the door to the kitchen,
A tried but satisfied smile on his face.
Inside the large mixer sings as butter smooth as silk spills over the sides.

Under the display case, the aroma of freshly baked breakfast foods wafts through the bakery.
Croussaints, danish, sticky buns, brioche, cinnamon twists, palmiers, muffins, turnovers, biscotti, macaroons, are all there.

In the mornings, the new croussaints, fresh out of the oven, are pulled off the pans. Melted strawberry leaks out of a strawberry-cream cheese crouissant.

The baker, in his white hat and white uniform, squeezes buttercream onto a cake. Rich chocolate ganache is poured over the cake. Kiwis and strawberries are also perfectly sliced to be arranged on the fruit tarts.

Poem Emulation: "Reluctance" by Robert Frost, emulated by Meredith Black

"Reluctance" by Robert Frost
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?

"Self-deception" by Meredith Black
Ah, when to the folly of man
Was it ever less than a victory
To trade commitment for boundlessness
To believe freedom has no responsibility,
And to live a life alone
Without love or liberty?

Poem" "Rain art" By Meredith Black

Sometimes I am as solitary as the rain,
which falls and melts in puddles before
its shapes can ever be seen.

Other times I listen to sounds of the rain-song:
It is like pin drops on the tin roof;
The rain hits holes in the ground.

In many ways my heart is like a gentle rain.
Falling between the cracks, I am lost;
I change shapes to do my art.

Emulation

"December"
By Meredith Black

O dark December night nasty,
Thy trees are casualties of cold;
Tonight's gusts, should they blow greatly,
Will claim the old.
A fox in the brush a mouse holds;
Soon he'll go to his den and dream.
Oh dark December night nasty,
Hasten the day, make the hours lean.
Make the slow day go by quickly.
Hearts earnestly covet Spring's mirth,
Give us our share; change Winter's scene.
Melt one snowfall by moon's first light;
By morning let flower buds appear;
Some below and some our trees' height.
Hurl the sun to the western sky;
Fill the land with Winter's goodbye.

Robert Frost's poem

"October" By Robert Frost

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
To-morrow's wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
To-morrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow,
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know;
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away;
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.