The Girton Poetry Group

Not Averse

An Easter Triolet

We won’t give up our love, it is a given

And given things can always live again.

The stone is rolled away, the rocks are riven

We won’t give up our love, it is a given

The grave is made the very gate of heaven

We sowed in tears, but here’s the golden grain:

We won’t give up our love, it is a given

And here’s a given thing that lives again.