Christmas Morning

I can see the lit ember of your cigarette
Your shadow stark in the window.
The air feels cold and your side of the
Bed has long been left empty.
I hear the sound of crates being delivered
And the clapping of tradesmen hands
As they try to keep warm in the cold dawn.
The illuminated dial says it is 5.00 am
So I know its Christmas day again.
"Did it snow in the night?" I ask
"No babe, its just rain and ice"
You turn and smile through the gloom
"Remember we leave at noon today"
I'm glad, I don't want Christmas here
Or anywhere again. I wonder if our
Eyes glow with the knowledge that
Only we have for the day ahead.
Streets are always cold and cobbled
When you leave the past behind.
I feel the mattress sink as you
Softly lie down beside me.
The courtyard below is quiet now
And the glow of Christmas lights
Seem somehow jaded, I close my eyes
And they fade as your lips kiss mine.



Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-12-03 at 19:43

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countryfog
This is perhaps as perfect a poem as I've read in a long time. The images and details sketch a compelling picture, but it is far from complete and you leave it to the reader to ponder how you had come to where you were and where it really was you were going. This is the moment between prologue and epilogue and the poem is better for not being burdened by either.
2010-12-04



It seemed this could go anywhere, probably somewhere bad. The last six lines were a surprise, not a surprise, but a relief, that sometimes there is quiet resolution and good things have moments of beginnings.

I'm not sure that makes sense, I just like this as a poem of a journey, and it ended with a kiss, no sturm and drang, just two people getting on with their life.

jim
2010-12-04


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
A sad scene well told but with an anticipated warmth somehow untold.

Well written

Thanks

Joe
2010-12-03


John Ashleigh
The truth of festivity. A pleasure to read, Elle.

Regards,
John.
2010-12-03