Sonnet #13 – on superstition in the church
From six old crows on wires outside we hid* Our feet avoided sidewalk cracks for fear of trouble reaching those we held most dear We knocked on wood to seek the lady’s bid** But once grown up we left our childish fright to understand how mysteries were hid, how unseen forces rallied to the our … More Sonnet #13 – on superstition in the church