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A holy season

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A Holy Season

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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 – in religion, in politics, in big business. In the time since I wrote this the rich have become far richer all over the world. And much more skilled at lying, cheating, bullying and stealing. Hence Trump, Johnson and many others.

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

photograph borrowed from diginoobsi

 
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Posted by on December 24, 2020 in Poetry, politics, Still Life

 

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Black Dresses

Art by Fabian Perez

 

I am not fond of Christmas

especially when it begins

so early

tacky and commercial

a festival of bad taste.

.

And yet it is a season of parties

mistletoe kisses

flirtation and assignation

and lovely women

in sexy black dresses

and seriously seductive heels.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

I wrote and posted this in mid-December some years ago,. With the virus changing so many things, it feels as if it was written a lifetime ago. Yet I still adore those little black dresses.

 
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Posted by on December 17, 2020 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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A Holy Season

lonely_road_by_diginoobsi-d34ahxt

 

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 – in religion, in politics, in big business. In the time since I wrote this the rich have become far richer all over the world. And much more skilled at lying, cheating, bullying and stealing. Hence Trump.

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

photograph borrowed from diginoobsi

 
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Posted by on December 24, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Black dresses

Art by Fabian Perez

 

I am not fond of Christmas

especially when it begins

so early

tacky and commercial

a festival of bad taste.

.

And yet it is a season of parties

mistletoe kisses

flirtation and assignation

and lovely women

in sexy black dresses

and seriously seductive heels.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

I wrote and posted this about this time last year. It amused me then, so I have reposted now.

 
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Posted by on December 3, 2016 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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