Christmas Lights
I may as well have reds
rub shoulders with purples,
let yellows highlight greens.
Each year, I twist coloured
candles into place
and turn them a little tighter
in their holders,
their usual squeak
unruly, mocking
my attempt to break.
I drape roughly while
they wink their vows of comfort,
promise pleasing scenes
in which only they will fit.
My fall comes when I
catch my father in a
narrow eyed inspection.
Big as a house, he bought them,
beaming ice and fire.
And so I plunge again,
alone, into his
arms of fondness,
arms of plenty,
and greet this ghostly,
tranquil fraud.
Thank you for your Holiday entry, Krista!
We have to hold this one off until we get to December 6th, as that is when you can submit more than two if the ideal sumission count does not reach 50 before then. I love this - do not delete please.
May the 'classic' holiday spirit be shared in your heart throughout the season!
~ Mosaic Musings Staff
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