Fic post: As Ithers See Us (double drabble)

As Ithers See Us
Dalziel and Pascoe/ Life on Mars crossover.
Double drabble, gen. Mid-Yorks’ finest suspect they’re looking for a man from Manchester…
Not mine, no money being made, etc, etc. Dalzielesque use of colourful metaphors follow.

( It takes one to know one… )

While we're on the subject of poetry about the Incarnation...

... And since I haven't made a National Poetry Month post yet, I thought I'd share this poem by the little known Cumbrian poet, Norman Nicholson, of whom I'm rather fond. The poem's three weeks late, but never mind. This seems , incidentally, to be an internet first.

The Burning Rose (Poem for Lady Day)

Above the golden crocus climbs the rose,
The rose that is the world's flesh and our own,
Rolled inward, folded, foliated close,
The red bud rocking on the bright green bone.

The calyx flickers hairy fire, the tight
Petals are flayed with flame and burn like coal;
The wicks of stamens flower into light
And leave the shy flesh smouldering, but whole.