31 December 2013
After Advent
we would have struck
a match if we had had
a match and if we had had
a place to strike it
but there was no place
just as there was no place
in the infamous inn
but there were milky moonlets
in the frozen hoof
prints and in the frozen paw
prints: some crazy moulage
from some crazier crime
a rustling maybe
where little lambs bowed
down and doggies bowed,
wowed.
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Every line progresses the story further. Beautiful imagery: especially the moon in the hoof prints following the mysterious non-striking of matches. The dogs were not the only ones who were wowed by what you have created here. Fine write, Bobby.
ReplyDeleteHello Jonathan,
DeleteThank you for your generous note. This one percolated for something like a decade, then came tumbling out.
Hope all is well on your end.
Cheers,
B.R.