I don't spend money on Christmas stars and lights.
These things I leave
to my neighbour.
My neighbour welcomes Christmas with a light show
worthy of an American movie director.
His lights will be more than enough for us both.
His long strings of joy shall bring
Christmas blessings to half
this street,
this once forgotten street
the City has now upgraded
to yellow lines and modern lamps
- their Christmas present to us all.
Overnight we've gone from comfortably dull
into Hollywood glare, a glare so bright
I no longer need to use the porch light.
And the moon is redundant.
And the moon is redundant.
Perhaps . . .
a light fog will hang over Christmas
the long ago legend
the story
the journey
the mystery
the truth
all things lost in the mists
of time
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I love this Gwil - I intend to read it at our poetry afternoon on Wednesday - I do hope you don't object. If you do, please let me know.
ReplyDeletePat, I'm glad you this seasonal poem, and I definitely have no objection to it being read out at your community poetry group or any other poetry group should anyone feel inclined.
DeletePat, 'enjoyed' is the missing word in my reply just now.
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