A Holy Season

24 Dec


A Holy Season


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.

It has become a ritual for me to post this every year. An antidote to the sentimentality that the season swims in.

photograph stolen from diginoobsi


Posted by on December 24, 2015 in Poetry, Still Life


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6 responses to “A Holy Season

  1. Chitkala

    December 24, 2015 at 3:13 pm

    Liked it!!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Heartafire

    December 24, 2015 at 5:47 pm

    Wow! Stunning writing Poet.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. justagirllost2

    December 24, 2015 at 8:58 pm

    Ugly truths in exquisite writing. Beautiful piece
    I always pray for those alone, homeless, grieving. This time of year must be a bane for them.
    I always thank a God for what I have. It isn’t much, but it’s precious treasure.
    You and your words are treasure also. 🌹
    Merry Christmas, R. 🎄❄️

    Liked by 1 person


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