SH ( / Ireland)

A Christmas Carol.

Crows freeze in mid-flight
And hang there
Like fire damaged decorations.

In longboats farmers
Glide out to fodder
Tossing ballast with steel pronged

Oars to a pod of cattle
Bugling steam into the evening.
Along Broderick's hillcrest

A tribe of stooping pine
File east slower than Artic thaw
While daylight leaks

Through a star pricked sky.
Baby Jesus could you know
That between the bar door

And the midnight choir
Someone would urinate a crucifix
In this year's snow?

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Comments (2)

Again you have painted a picture with your words. A Shivering end. Peace and regards. Craig.
thx, seamus. BROUGHT BACK A NICE MEMORY!