Tuesday, 4 December 2012

Tayles of Christmas Gone

Kaleidoscope dreams, beaded jewels of 
excitement filled Angelica's tightly-curled head
barely able to sleep as fantasy functional
families rampaged, became real as she slept

Commercials of sin with deceit woven in 
danced devilish and bright on the screen
jangling lies bedecked glittering skies 
that avoided number 45

Extravagant presents piled high full of guilt
whispered tales of a long absent father 
the empty seat at the head of the table
for guests who were eating alone

Conjuring pagan magic the thrill of 
pure Christmas, the room was transformed 
overnight! Cinnamon candles, orange
pomanders left hanging on threads of delight 

A hole in that house
where love had to leave, walk on ~ she had
shown him the door: but once a year darling
we put on our 'festive' 

And stand tall in traditions held dear.



Copyright 2012 Suzy Rigg 

This poem was prompted by those lovely people at http://dversepoets.com/

Dedicated to all sorts of gatherings this Christmas, this particular festival can often highlight the dysfunction in our immediate families or even the loss or absence of family members, through divorce illness or death. I admire the hope and grace of the human spirit, especially those who forge on alone or in difficult circumstances, to mark this pagan festival as the beginning and ending that it represents.


12 comments:

  1. Yeah dysfunction sure comes around and can be found, and abense can be felt, great write as you captured many a christmas scene.

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  2. Very interesting piece, I love the way you gave us a view into the "imperfect" Christmas that many families experience.

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  3. Thanks Pat, for your comment. I still believe in magic!

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  4. Very touching. The holidays can be a sad time for so many. This line especially spoke to me b/c no amount of gifts can fill that void:

    Extravagant presents piled high full of guilt

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  5. Thank you Laurie, it's frustrating as many still don't get that love and showing up is often enough to make your Christmas!

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  6. A hole in that house
    where love had to leave, walk on ~ she had
    shown him the door: but once a year darling
    we put on our 'festive'

    dang...a hard reality of many at christmas...i hope that they can find some genuiness in that moment...and that being together can be a beautiful thing...

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    1. Hey Brian, trust you and yours are well, your wise comments are always appreciated *smiles*

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  7. Oh...I so believe in the ancient magic of this fantastic season. We've lost so much of what it represents, caught up in so much the season is not about. I thought this was fantastic...thank so much for sharing!

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    2. Tash, I wrote this purely on the love and encouragement of your intro at dverse, we write, we heal x

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  8. You should believe in magic, since you write it so well...Very touching and joyfully sad. Much enjoyed.

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