A Tribute to Flannery O’Connor
A Prayer for Hazel Motes
Place him in the sun,
Where scorched sands
Deny most trying beasts a home,
Where light will leave him sightless
In the white day,
And night shall bring such chill
That pale stars
Will burn his eyeless skull.
Leave him to learn
The strange economy of lizards,
And pray with me,
That he, shall come to know
Gods destroy us in capricious ways.
©James Rainsford 2012
Note to readers: Written as a tribute to an iconic figure in American literature and posted as my contribution to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets. Your views are welcome.
I'll respond to all who visit here and leave a comment. Kind regards to all at the pub tonight. James.