Sometimes the shepherd, too, is lost
And lonely as that sheep;
As tender and as terrified,
As restless in his sleep.
Sometimes it’s him needs looking for
Among his scattered flock.
Sometimes he’s moss and martyr, though
The sheep prefer him Rock.
Sometimes the shepherd’s crooked and
Sometimes he is forlorn.
Sometimes he bleeds and maunders, for
Sometimes the shepherd’s shorn.
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Jonathon Penny took his MA in Renaissance literature at BYU and his PhD in 20th Century British literature from the University of Ottawa. He has taught at universities in the U.S. and Canada, and now lives with his family in Al Ain, United Arab Emirates where he is Assistant Professor of English at UAE University. He has published on Wyndham Lewis and apocalyptic literature and is currently at work on several books of poetry for precocious pipsqueaks under the penname €œProfessor Percival P. Pennywhistle. € Bits and pieces may be found here. In addition to verse published on WIZ, his poetry has appeared at Victorian Violet Press and in Gangway Magazine and Dialogue: A Journal of Mormon Thought. Several of his poems have also been published in the landmark, recently released poetry anthology, Fire in the Pasture, from Peculiar Pages Press. Jonathon also is Wilderness Interface Zone’s poetry editor.
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