“Simon, son of John, do you love me…?” John 21:15, 17
Oh, the ache
To be asked
This question
Three times! Cast
Your net! Catch
Some fish — these
Were easy!
Yes, a breeze
Compared with
Do you love
Me? It hurts
To think of
Peter — so
Brash, headstrong
Impulsive
Sometimes wrong
Forced to think
And reply
Yes, yes, yes —
You know I
Do. You know
Ev’rything.
Follow you?
Anything!
This year for the A-to-Z challenge, I’m challenging myself to write a Cethramtu Rannaigechta Moire every day. I can’t pronounce it, but I can tell you that it’s an Irish poetic form that requires 3 syllable lines in quatrains. The second and fourth lines rhyme.
Additionally, I’ve been collecting questions for a few years — specifically questions from the Bible. I have so many questions.
Turns out the Bible is full of questions.
So, I’m using questions from the Gospel of John for this challenge.
Confession: I got stuck on K. It sits in my draft folder, half-written. I’ll circle back — but, for now, I’m moving on with L.
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 
My heart always aches for Peter in this story. 💞
I don’t know Peter’s story but the question transported me to That scene in “fiddler on the roof” when Tevye asks his wife that question. And we get a lovely song. Thanks.
Your poem is lovely. That unpronounceable poetry form looks fun.
Um, how about kindness or kindred for K? Or some famous Kathryn/Kathrine? Just saying. Bless you. Happy writing
Yes. The hurt that Peter must have felt when asked the most probing question… Your poem captures it all beautifully!
King of Kings.