Tuesday, December 25, 2018

Silent Land, Part 2: Christmas Day (706)

Silence blanketed the land
where celebrations bloomed before
—no songs were sung, no candles 
burned—and yet  this night 
if you looked up you might discern 
a single point of light piercing 
the industrial smoke-smudged glow  

The star apeared 
to lure eyes from their constant toil
to break the spell of gold 
   whose kudzu grasp had flourished 
   and, in flourishing, had killed
like a bell it pierced the dark
and like a beckon beamed
and  though thin and cold  
that flickering arrow found its mark

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Photo via <a href="https://www.goodfreephotos.com/">Good Free Photos</a>

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