2020 has been a rum old year, and no mistake. So, I'd like to take the opportunity to wish you all the best for the winter holidays, however you spend them this year, and to share some light, along with the traditional Yuletide flame.
To find this poem
I am following a bright star
through the darkest days of winter,
which is apposite.
It started with a star, if you believe,
and the bright of angel wings,
a blinding host
refracted on regal diadems,
golden caskets, the tender light
of a mother’s eye.
It is all about light,
born that night and reflecting
down centuries, millennia of firelight,
candle-glow, sparkle of crisp, sharp frost,
hopeful glimmers in the black, gaudy fairy-lights
shining on curves of polished glass,
excitement sparking in a child’s eyes
as they catch tinsel, shiny ribbon, gift-wrapped dreams.
All illuminating the longest dark
with a life-igniting festival of lights.
Lights was first published in The Writers' Magazine