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A Holy Season

24 Dec

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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

blind

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

 
6 Comments

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!!

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  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. 🎄❄️

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