The Christmas Tree

by Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tuesday 15th December 2009 12:09 pm

The Christmas Tree

Queen of festivities, proudly she stands,

Glowing with glimmering shimmering strands,

Brilliant and beautiful, Belle of the Ball,

Bowed to, admired, and feted by all.

The night is for laughter,

The night is for song!

Let us Dance!

The old clock tolls midnight.

The music is softened, the lamps turned low.

Dancers are stilled from their revels and … Lo!

The ballroom is shrouded with warm mellow light

Unfolding the joy of one angel-filled night,

Till all hearts see Mary so still mid the kine,

And Joseph beside her, the baby divine.

On the hills lying dark in mysterious sleep

Move faint shadows of shepherds and milling sheep.

And over a shed to the east shines the star

That guided those wise men from countries afar.

Ah … now you are the soul of Christmas,

Standing there in pious grace

As the breath of joyous carols

Through your branches interlace.

Alleluia!

The night is for laughter,

The night is for song!

Let us Dance!

Cynthia Buell Thomas age 17

Comments

Cate Greenlees

Tue 15th Dec 2009 23:51

I cant say anything that hasnt already been said Cynthia, but just want to add what a lovely innocence there is to this. Like Steve says anything so uplifting in this day and age of cynicism is to be highly valued. Cant believe you were only 17 too...... I remember writing songs at 17, but hadnt got round to poetry for poetry`s sake at that tender age!
Cate xx

Andy Williamson

Tue 15th Dec 2009 23:27

How wonderful and reminiscent, Cynthia.
So creative at such a tender age, but the result is timeless. Brought a smile to my face.

Merry Xmas XX

Francine

Tue 15th Dec 2009 21:59

This is beautiful Cynthia!
It captures the essence of Christmas in a rhythmic flow of joy : )

<Deleted User> (7164)

Tue 15th Dec 2009 21:39

It has a lovely rhythmic pace.
Feels very silvery to me. Lovely!

Starlight.x

Dave Bradley

Tue 15th Dec 2009 17:59

Thanks for sharing this blast from the past Cynthia, I enjoyed it. 17! Blimey.

<Deleted User> (7073)

Tue 15th Dec 2009 16:10

This is a lovely poem, to think you were just 17 too... wish I had my writing's going back to then ;-).
TC X

Steve Regan

Tue 15th Dec 2009 16:08

Thre is a joy and a vibrancy to this, and an innocence which is counter-cultural to our modern, cynical, doomy world. There is also a Betjeman-esqe tone here that is a refreshing antidote to all the smarmy clever-dickery that passes for poetry these days. It cheered me up, Cyntha, and that takes some doing!

steve mellor

Tue 15th Dec 2009 14:32

Making a rare foray into the comment pages:-
'And Joseph beside her, the baby divine'

shouldn't that be 'and Jesus beside her, the baby divine'
or 'and Joseph beside her, with baby divine'
:-))

Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 15th Dec 2009 12:04

At 17 I enjoyed different rhythms, and had no compunction about combining them in one poem. This is nostalgia to the hilt - even then tipping a nod to both secular and sacred (two words I have eschewed long since).

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