Saturday, October 6, 2012

Crystals and Cobwebs By Steven CorWin (1975)


Hyde Park Thursday Poets Rally Week 74 (October 4 -October 10)


The thistles are crystals
that shine like the sun,
and their hangings are cobwebs
that make spiders run.
The present are gilt-covered
treasure delight:
the warmth are the presents,
season's own trite.
For the cheer is not ever
heard down the hall;
the cheer is all gone-
It was lost there last fall,
his lover has left,
She has gone far away,
and neither a word nor a message
did say.
The truth is so sad,
but certainly true:
his Christmas is a lonely
and empty sea blue,
Like sparkles and diamonds,
She once possessed,
His darling,
his lover
has lain him to rest. 

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