Poinsettia Wreath in a December Churchyard
written by: Polly Oliver
@Polrocksnbones
Marble-cold, her face pearlescent
in a deep green shadow-pool
between sentinel Yews.
December dusk a gathered shawl
about her frozen feathers, lifted forever
between dust and stars.
Garlanded crosses and shrouded urns
hunch and lean, in centuries-long vigil
over folded ground.
There, a Poinsettia:
Blood-bright on monochrome,
scarlet petals, frost-glittered.
A Christmas wish, laid in love.
JAN/FEB 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Writing in the spaces between the hustle and noise. Poems published here and there, but nothing beats a poem brought to life in a live reading. Ex broadcast journalist (are we ever truly ex?), communications pro, mum, coast dweller.
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