chapel

Trying not to think about sex
when you are fifteen and
sitting in church

is like trying to hide
from a spot light
at centre stage.

I saw naked female body parts
in the oak grain
of the pews,

and across the aisle or ahead
bra straps and other swellings
through very chaste blouses.

It was like a conspiracy to keep
me vibrating and it was
hard to ignore

in spite of the obvious
consequences of such
inappropriate thoughts

and I couldn’t even spell
inappropriate—is that a hint of
nipple on that statue of Mary?

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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1 Response to chapel

  1. O says:

    Very funny, good stuff.

    O

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