THE DOUBLE NEGATIVE

I was unhappy with the final two lines of the previous post. I did not think that they worked as well as they could have and here is a revised draft of the poem.

At The Leechwell

Did we believe less?

Was your faith the greater?

You, who turn away,

make the sign of the cross

at the sound of the bell

as we walk to the well,

burdened as we are

by the double negative

of disease and The Fall.

Cold water,

cold morning.

No cure,

no change,

no blessing from above.

So we turn back towards the lazar house,

moving slowly through the spaces

that our lives once occupied.

I think that it is more effective than before.
Here's Anna Terheim.

Until next time.