A holy season

10 Dec



It is a holy season.

Cruel winds

shrill at the corners

scrub my face raw.

I hear a choir

dying in every gust.


It is a holy season.

Ragged chanting

from the perennial faithful

to celebrate birth.


It is a holy season.

Merciless children

torment the purses

of betrayed mothers,

extracting promises

like teeth.


It is a holy season.

Her head rests


on my shoulder

leaking tears.

Her dead breath

is captured

in my curls.


It is a holy season.

I will undress it,

blue-fingered torture

from collar

to spine.


It is a holy season.

Licking thin lips

fresh with the taste

of salt and blood.


It is a holy season.

The meek

dream of inheritance

while the mighty

steal the shirts

from their backs.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written during a bitter winter long ago when I lost my heart, my words, and the last tattered remnants of faith.

Not quite what you expected …

photograph stolen from NobodysCupcake


Posted by on December 10, 2012 in Poetry, Still Life


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33 responses to “A holy season

  1. State of Grace

    December 10, 2012 at 6:42 pm

    Indeed no, but I really like it. The despair still tastes fresh. An unsettling time of the year for many.


  2. sharronkelley

    December 10, 2012 at 6:43 pm

    beautiful and melancholy, and, sadly, a feeling that so many can experience during this time of year. It’s a strange paradox of joy and sorrow at Christmas time.


  3. Joseph McNamara

    December 10, 2012 at 6:45 pm

    As someone who has worked with the homeless and less fortunate at times, I thank you for a reminder of those sisters and brothers who are in need this season. The mighty indeed are unaffected by those in need as they walk on past oblivious to human suffering and struggle. It is a holy season in the Hebrew and Christian tradition and perhaps, just perhaps, your word here will open a voice that was previously muted…….


  4. pivoine68

    December 10, 2012 at 6:46 pm

    I loved that.



  5. Heartafire

    December 10, 2012 at 6:47 pm

    remarkable writing…kudos on this beautiful text.


  6. thesacredroad

    December 10, 2012 at 7:01 pm

    I strive for the consistency of perfection that are your words. X


    • Romantic Dominant

      December 10, 2012 at 10:17 pm

      You are far too generous with your praise


      • thesacredroad

        December 10, 2012 at 10:22 pm

        dear Sir,
        we have been over this.
        you are an artist with a delectable use of the written word.
        i do not bolster or give false praise.
        truly a master storyteller, painter. and you do with an economy of words.
        forever your fan.


  7. emmylgant

    December 10, 2012 at 8:09 pm

    Speechless … again.


  8. mlbk7

    December 10, 2012 at 8:54 pm

    Despair…and this too will pass my friend. Lovely ache. MB


  9. Little K.

    December 11, 2012 at 5:16 am

    Not quite as was expected, perhaps merely more.
    Strangely, it made me long to feel snow. Just once.

    Always wishing well.


  10. April

    December 24, 2013 at 9:43 pm

    I rather like this face…very much.


  11. Romantic Dominant

    December 24, 2014 at 1:48 pm

    Reblogged this on A Faded Romantic's Notebook and commented:

    A different perspective …


  12. emmylgant

    December 25, 2014 at 7:15 pm

    Not quite. But then again, upon reflection, it is a reasonable bitter observation… And a courageous as well as eloquent expression of outrage. Elegant too.
    It’s a brutal world.



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