drams of communion
missing only a sip
~blood of Christ
droplets upon the lip
trickle and tickle
down the throats
merging the parish
cooling fevers
aiding the sick
united in belief
in that moment
of swallowing
smacking lips
saying amen
savoring
the aftertaste
~grape juice
for the masses
A contest entry
- leftover wine by Luna Tique Fringe.
850 points, ended July 29, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"~grape juice
for the masses"
Nicely wry, that. Thanks for entering.
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a good piece of poetry, ah communion - not something i have done for many many years, it is hard to swallow the religious pomposity with their rituals to keep us under the kosh! i think we should make our own minds up with such things, look and discover for ourselves which paths to wander down and learn from.
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United in belief in that moment of swallowing, indeed what is ingested and digested becomes part and parcel of the body of the self, interesting that when we are asked to believe something we find hard we say do you expect me to swallow that, without conscious thought of the religious connotation...
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That is so interesting! I never thought of it that way, but it's true.
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I love this.. and the title ..so fitting it reminds me of "drink the kool aid" your poetry makes me think -Sarahlynn
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I was also thinking along the lines of cool aid and was almost afraid to go there..
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I love your poem because it is making me think of rituals and I love rituals. When I first saw the title I thought it said "Wenches" which is what brought me here and I am surprised not to find a wench.
If a man read it, he would have seen, "wrenches" and that would be cool, too. But Welches is the BEST! 
That is grape juice, not beer, and I am not spamming.
lol
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Melodies, you are the best!
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