Blue Christmas

by Harry

Poetry challenge: Christmas poem.

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Submitted by Ex Libris Regina

 

Mall’s Mélange of Yule yodelling tunes,
Thick with fossilized marzipan.
Deflated Santa’s, dead balloons,
Fruitcake in the mousetrap, and
Howls, horrid howls of homeless Ghosts
Clanking their chains up the alley ways, and
To my front door, banked with snow.

That withered, wretched Elf
(Shivering in the cold)
Gives me a wicked wink-
A look I dread.
Cork sealed with red wax pops!
Libations pour.
This bitter drink
Might take me back.

I’m on my sled
Whooshing down a hill of blue ice,
Black trees fly past
My fresh, red face—Fast! Fast! Fast!
Blue moonlight shows my way.
A farmhouse in the woods (cliché but true)
Its Yellow windows–topaz carved in blue
Fogged with warmth, awaits.

I’m home.
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by R. Saint Claire

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