Geoff Page: Two Poems
Bishop Joseph Hall of Norwich
Bishop Joseph Hall of Norwich,
satirist and true divine,
loved the via media.
I count him as a friend of mine
despite the sharp four hundred years
between his fractious times and ours.
He cautioned both the Church of Rome
and Puritans who seized the powers
conceded by the headless Charles.
“Lord what a clattering of glass,”
he smiled as they pruned back his church.
“What wrestling down of iron and brass!”
Not short of an opinion but
a sturdy foe of all excess,
Bishop Hall survives in Wiki;
gets ten pages, more or less.
“God loveth adverbs,” Hall believed
and argued God “cares not how good”
but much prefers to note “how well”.
A point that’s still misunderstood.
Geoff Page
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A Field of Horses
Finally, I’ve looked it up,
that strange word hippocampus.
Far down in the brain,
it’s in there firmly fixed between
the frontal and occipital,
forming and then laying down
our memory of events,
blessing us with spatial sense,
both of which begin to waver,
tellingly, upon dementia’s
setting in at last.
My taste for etymology
has hitherto supplied me with
hippo (horse) and campus (field),
ergo, “field of horses”,
all those trailing tails and manes.
Now it seems my hippo’s right;
my kampos, sadly, proves to be
Greek for “monster of the sea”,
a seahorse, if you will—though somewhat
small as monsters go.
Their similarity is close,
the seahorse and the hippocampus,
each of them akin to knights
prancing out on black and white.
“Seahorse monster of the deep”?
Surely “field of horses”
has the wilder ring?
I have no doubt when death breaks in
I’ll hear a final rush of hooves
gallop through my brain.
Geoff Page
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