Dying Of The Winter Light
written by: Eoghan Lyng
@eoghanlyng
Half broken Christmas trees waken me
To an ice gathered pathway behold
Of a skyline in moonshine spatters
I flatter myself in a writer’s moment
Green branched broken gateways
Make way for a family parting
Are they gated to the ice shadings?
Or have they started plans for a year to show?
A dark pathway pacens, emaciated demons
Through ice-cold enrichment of firescapes
Weights the lapsides, green-sides, makes way beside
I slip to the beat of the breath, wet eyed, inside
Bestilled in chilled weary, teary takes me
Awakening the sounds of the white fox
Who’s found in the ground of a boy
Shaken by the man in his guise
As shades depleted, and memories defeated
Pleasantly raiding the gazes a tree steals
Shielding itself well in hellish cold weather
Beholding the dying of the Winter light.
- Three Children - October 11, 2024
- Éire 1948 - July 16, 2024
- Gates - April 2, 2024
