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begins dark, ends black

mistletoe rituals barren

plastic berries hang above

moonlit passionless mouths

without words  


ring out the bells,

bring out your dead

hearts stopped, enclosed in

holly red wreaths mocking

endless grief.



◄ going round the twist

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Laura Taylor

Wed 23rd Jan 2013 11:35

I can't remember how the original went now but this, from my vague memory of it, seems to flow much smoother

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Mon 21st Jan 2013 05:47

I gather thou doest like not the December of joy and happiness. 'begins dark, ends black' Grief's not endless, although, there is plenty to go round. Tight and engaging, ta muchly,

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Wed 16th Jan 2013 22:15

Well if this ever came to the top of the blogs I must have somehow missed it.

I'd agree with Laura's take on the poem. It carries all the weight of snow bearing down on the world. The bareness adds to its effectiveness. There is nothing to counteract this kind of mood - it just has to be lived through.

It's a good poem - bleak, but so well expressed.

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Wed 16th Jan 2013 21:13

thanks Laura , of course I am now about to edit it , my fault for almost writing straight onto wol and then having another look. So I apologise if this makes it reappear at the top of the blogs as i think it sometimes does since things were changed here

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Laura Taylor

Wed 16th Jan 2013 09:25

A dark and pregnant poem this, carrying the weight of winter, with its bleak and cold blanket, which can sometimes feel oppressive. There's also an underlying grief here...

I like it Shoeless - nicely succinct, with a 'bare' feeling about it

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