Sprouting poems

April 6th, 2013 Posted in Uncategorized

Last Sunday, I wrote the following sonnet:


He who cryest from the rood tree to good
asking for the sake of sakes the portal
may receive from our soul-pool his food
to make sense where sense is gone, immortal.
‘Your life is what you make it’ You can choose.
God called me Moses. I knew what he meant.
And I called him Good – what’s god for the goose –
Forsake – what’s left to lose when all spent?
There is no clever answer on my lips.
You know I do not talk too much Hebrew
Yet when with silent speech I get to grips
It tells me more than words could ever do.
Cryest, Tov, do you think resurrection
will prevent a further crucifixion?
31.03.13 © Katrina

It sprouted during the week, and emerged as:


                          Red Sea

I read because where I was born He brew
the bulrushes infusing papyrus
and though it hurt my tongue at first I knew
communication has some hope for us.

The Pharoah’s daughter found my ark of reeds
in the river Nile while Miriam watched
Jochebed was my nurse and when she feeds
my mind it is never in Egyptian

At that time there were not ten commandments.
There were no expectations set in stone
and yet I, dressed in their princely garments
must represent my people all alone.

I was not ignorant – did not not know
the laws of the pyramids and the sphinx
but assault of a kinsman is a blow
that puts one’s core principles in a jinx.

Well-read enough to know better saw red
and killed a life that was not meant to die.
I felt the wounds of shame and filled with dread
towards distant horizons had to fly.

A shepherd in the land of Midian
Moses defended seven shepherdesses
married Ziporah and they had a son;
Moses went walking in the wilderness.

Lo!  A burning bush not consumed by fire
Reveals now the holy land and the name
I am that I am.  The flames are my choir.
My nomenclature is not why I came.

Aaron my brother arrived from our land
determined our people should celebrate
in the manner that I am that I am
decreed but first ten trials were sent by fate.

Or rather summoned by the brothers, both
eager to assuage their God and people.
They went to Pharoah pledging their troth
and claiming the right of free worship still.

Disallowed, forever proud yet heart-worn
Moses and Aaron siege Egyptian soil.
A serpent rod, rivers of blood then swarms
of frogs, gnats, flies and cow disease, then boils

then storm, locusts and darkness.  First born boys
of Egypt were taken, and the Passover
led, to honor Judaism with joys,
when he who is circumcised gains clearance.

We had to flee the wrath of the Pharoah.
The Lord held open the Red Sea for us.
Some say Yam Suph the Reed Sea in truth
It certainly dwarfed any Colossus

A millennium before Greek Helios
two more millennia before New York
true Liberty for the Hebrews to cross
on land the ocean while Egyptians baulk.

Homeward bound to the bush of Mount Sinai
the shepherd cradles covenant of rock
Enraged by Golden Calf idolatry
the farmer loses patience with his flock.

Yet this lawgiver had by now learnt laws
bequeathed to him by I am that I am
Killing a man is now beyond his flaws
His anger will not exodus the pram.

05.04.2013 © Katrina

I would be interested in what you think of the original sonnet and 
whether you see the second poem as necessary to explain OMG's harsh 
conclusion, or whether Moses's appearance in both poems is purely 

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