Mother’s Side
An autumn’s blush lay moldering on biers
aflame with crimson tongues, whose embers fade
until their russet ruin disappears
beneath the ermine mantles winter made.
They’ve loosed the clutching hands which gave them life
and made their way into some place to find
that no one cares. Alone, though crowds are rife,
they show their colors to a world that’s blind.
Much like a child, whose knowledge far exceeds
those who would teach. That lonely journey starts
with letting go and spreading wings. This leads
them down the path of their demise. Brave hearts,
there is no place as safe as mother’s side
and few know if you lived or how you died.
Thank you for your Holiday entry, Larry!
Best of luck!
May the 'classic' holiday spirit be shared in your heart throughout the season!
~ Mosaic Musings Staff
Hi Larry!
I enjoyed reading your heartfelt Sonnet. Love the metaphor; inception/new beginnings and how you tied it into the purity and richness of the Christmas Season!
Merry Christmas!
Lindi
Larry, this is such a touching sonnet. Congrats on your second place result (I wish it won)!
I will be back to read this beauty many more times in the future.
Cheers,
~Lori
Hi Lori & Lindi,
Thanks for visiting this entry into the Holiday Classics. I'm glad you both enjoyed it and happier still that you
caught the inferences I intended. I know they say that second place is just the first looser but one never looses
if people appreciate the offering.
Larry
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