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Fiona Farrell


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Creed
 

I believe in
the gingerbread man.
Who wouldn’t run,
given the circumstances?

But not the Father,
not the Son.

I believe in
forgiveness.

But not in sin.

I believe in
communion: bread wine
apples and us all
happy at table.

But not in saints.

I believe in
life. You have to,
don’t you, being alive?

But not everlasting.

Those immortelles, petals
fallen like yellow teeth
in the tomb, bearing the
form of flowers.

But not the scent,

not the breath.

 


 
From The Inhabited Initial (AUP, 1999)
Fiona Farrell
 



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Last updated 26 July, 2007