She met me
on the sports field
at lunchtime.
She talked about Easter
as it was the subject
of her religious education lesson
that morning.
According to the teacher,
Easter, the Christian festival
that commemorates
the resurrection of Christ,
was an old English word eastre,
which according to St Bede,
was derived from the word Eostre,
who was a goddess
whose festival was celebrated
at the spring equinox.
She read it
from her school exercise book
in her cramped scribble.
I looked at her sitting
on the grass
with her puzzled expression.
I wrote it down,
but don't understand
what it means,
she said.
I guess when
the conversion
of the British people
to Christianity came
back in the 5th century,
that they put the Christian festival
of the resurrection of Christ
on top of the old
pagan religious festival,
I said.
She looked more puzzled:
but Easter is still Easter
isn't it?
she said.
Sure it is,
I replied.
She seemed
content with that
and she put her book
down on the grass.
We wanted to kiss,
but it was too public,
so we just sat
and talked and now
and then held hands
and gazed
into each other's eyes,
and smiled,
all the time
our inner desires
were going wild.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 5:56 AM UTC
She met me
on the sports field
at lunchtime.
She talked about Easter
as it was the subject
of her religious education lesson
that morning.
According to the teacher,
Easter, the Christian festival
that commemorates
the resurrection of Christ,
was an old English word eastre,
which according to St Bede,
was derived from the word Eostre,
who was a goddess
whose festival was celebrated
at the spring equinox.
She read it
from her school exercise book
in her cramped scribble.
I looked at her sitting
on the grass
with her puzzled expression.
I wrote it down,
but don't understand
what it means,
she said.
I guess when
the conversion
of the British people
to Christianity came
back in the 5th century,
that they put the Christian festival
of the resurrection of Christ
on top of the old
pagan religious festival,
I said.
She looked more puzzled:
but Easter is still Easter
isn't it?
she said.
Sure it is,
I replied.
She seemed
content with that
and she put her book
down on the grass.
We wanted to kiss,
but it was too public,
so we just sat
and talked and now
and then held hands
and gazed
into each other's eyes,
and smiled,
all the time
our inner desires
were going wild.
