fur caught in brambles

Hello, my dear digital friends!

I love to spend time thinking about poems I read.

Don’t get me wrong. Like anyone else, I love emotional hooks, heart fluttering and tears welling when I read good poetry.

But, for me, when that intensity of reaction fades, that’s when I dig in for the intellectual reward. This form of satiety feeds my soul long after “the feels” dissipate.

Hot off the presses, this week’s new poem is chock full of biblical allusions for those who enjoy exploring this literary device in their poetry.

But does that make this a religious poem? A commentary on religion?

I mean, if I took the painstaking time to build a certain set of referential words, what was the point? Clearly it was a conscious choice.

Could the allusions simply add gravitas to a sad poem about being alone?

Or could it be both? Or something else entirely?

You be the judge of that, my friends. All that matters is what a poem means to you.

As always, please let me know your thoughts/ feelings/ reactions to this poem in the “Leave a Reply” section down below.

-PS Conway ☘️ ☘️ ☘️

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fur caught in brambles

a psalm of forgiveness

for those who cry

from the shadowed valley below

lost sheep abandoned

who know not still water

nor green pastures

a balm made more fruitless

for those who bleat and bleat

to the insouciant night

pleading to be heard

when no shepherd

was ever listening

a calm fills the valley

here midst such loveless silence

thy rod and thy staff disquiet

fur caught in brambles

bloodstained remnants

the terror of being alone

known but to those

who take shelter in the crags

who murmur the Song of Solomon


  1. This poem gave me a devastating sense of abandonment. The religious comment a distraction.
    So well written as always.
    😢 🍀 🍀 🍀

    1. Cheers, Sandie….thank you, This is definitely a darker, sadder poem, to be sure. And i as always appreciate hearing your thoughts! 🙏🏻🖤🍷🌹☘️✨

      1. Fur caught on brambles is such a poignant synecdoche for representing the pain of being alone and unteathered to anyone else. The Song of Solomon harkens meaningful, caring partnership and love. We all need this to survive, as sheep need a shepherd. Such a painfully sweet poem Pat!

      2. Naomi! Love this comment so much… I think you’re capturing the essence of what I intended with this poem. Thanks, my friend. Cheers 🖤🙏🏻🌹🍷✨

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