The Christmas Gift

 

The carriage was not a giant  

red wrapped present as it passed

a village boy, thinned by dying light

 

who looked for luck but no slither

of moon peeped. Just hard specks

like dust as dusk enclosed eternity.

 

It ran with great gold coins

for wheels and one white mare

that moved with feline fluidity.

 

Outside a big, rambling house

this vehicle stopped. Noticed

yet unnoticed a figure still watched

 

as costumed Santa stacked

coloured boxes and windows

were festoons of smiling children.

 

The lad looked down but no four-

leafed clover grew amidst

frost-blacked, strandy grasses.

 

Then the horse, glowing in lamplight,

ears like witches’ hats, except ivory,

neighed, scraped a soft hoof,

 

seemed to nod his way. Done,

the carriage moved and in a swirl,

was gone.  But before him  

 

something shone. A horseshoe,

bright, fresh, luminous as a new moon.

And the stars warmed, reformed.


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rbouncha   rbouncha wrote
on 12/28/2008 10:31:57 PM
The christmas gift rhymes very well.

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Synopsis
A Christmas poem with the idea taken off a Christmas card that shows a big carriage unloading gifts at a big house with a shadowy figure watching from the corner of the scene. I wrote this to send to a few friends for this Christmas also sent to the West Sussex Gazette Website and they published it on 23 Dec 08. It was written really quickly so I may make a few one word changes before I send it anywhere next year.
Published Date
12/23/2008 12:00:00 AM
Published In
West Sussex Gazette Website
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