Easter Day

The cavern of departure lounge,
with sadness and farewell.
The dark unconscious,
unresolved foundations of day.
Threads of Oedipus
and the leavetakings of life,
with Passover lintils of blood.

Then the Other side,
joys embraced, threads joined
a tapestry turned around.
A new beginning,
like computers ikon entry.

The daffodil and crocus show
its colour,
and into bloom
the essence to form,
and shadow into substance
Plato's cave all lit.

Like forgiving,
a letting go,
and out of death's chamber
into life.
On easter Dawn.

poem by Bernard Kennedy
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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