Poetry list

the face of the crucified

why look it’s him
not me I can
turn away and
forget – for a
while – the face
that confronts us
all it could be
me and for some
it still is the face
that has breath only
for agony the shriek
that never stops
through time can you
hear it now – dare
you this is the music
of love not romance
and it stills into a
healing beauty when
our eyes are open to
his closed eyes
and our hearts
beat with spilt blood

© Neil Thompson 2025