Saturday, 17 March 2018

Grey Beards

My dear quite frankly it's an impertinence,
To suggest that I was anything
Other than a model of innocence,
My reputation questioned in this way
By men I have never encountered,
Is just too much for a lady
To even countenance.

And every few years the same treatment,
From another 'biblical scholar',
An article with well worn content
Implying my lack of morals,
Discussing matters personal
That are nobody else's business,
All in the cause of entertainment.

The saviour and I were well acquainted,
He was an inspirational character
And I was not as I was painted
By camp followers and ageing hangers on,
Yet almost two thousand years later
I still suffer hurtful speculation
From the tales those grey beards related.

© David Subacchi

David Subacchi lives in Wales (UK) where he was born of Italian roots. He studied at the University of Liverpool and has 4 published collections of his English Language poetry: First Cut (2012), Hiding in Shadows (2014), Not Really a Stranger (2016) and A Terrible Beauty (2016) as well as a collection in Welsh: Eglwys Yng Nghremona (2016).