December delivery

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photoart & poem – ©2017 Laura Granby

“He will come, will come,
will come like crying in the night,
like blood, like breaking,
as the earth writhes to toss him free.
He will come like child”

December delivers the darkest hour
at the solstice, delays dawn
dusts daytime away in a fleeting sweep
of the hour hand
and proffers instead a lengthening eve
an interplay with luminescence
animatedly the yearbook pages flicker
flashbacks in firelight
bulb and candle burn with brooding

the ground beyond is in lock down now
‘though nothing is lifeless except the dying
you can hear a slow cold breathing earth
audible as companion on a winter walk
each foggy night it visibly exhales
mist manifests from the marshes
our lungs phosphoresce with frost

December delivered my father between the wars
and took him deftly down in blood and gore
at the end, in peace time, piece by piece
I cannot dwell there every year
for the babe is always born again
another reprieve, a further sign allowed
so faith may allay ignorance
and lay enduring doubt to rest

Opening lines from Dr. Rowan Williams, former Archbishop of Canterbury: ‘Advent Calendar’ – read the full poem here

A last delivery to dVerse for 2017 OLN: Breaking for Holiday.  It has been a pleasure to forge links with so many gifted and supportive poets and I’m delighted to be included in their anthology: Chiaroscuro – now available on Amazon (Europe) and Amazon – North America

And last but not least am adding this morsel to the Poetry Pantry – more lovely poets united by the love

36 comments

  1. though nothing is lifeless except the dying
    you can hear a slow cold breathing earth
    audible as companion on a winter walk… beautiful lines Laura.. what amazing images you’ve conjured up here.

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  2. Thank you for your beautiful words, which evoke the Winter Solstice so well (even though I am experiencing Summer here) – and also for directing us to Rowan Williams’s poem. I had no idea he was a poet, let alone such a wonderful one.

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  3. Winter solstice is my favorite annual hour — Earth is not dead, death breathes in it. There are so many delightful forays into the other world of winter solstice here though the terrain is not sweet (the epigraph reminds us how bloody birth is). The father’s presence here is like Hamlet’s Ghost, walking on the periphery, whispering Remember and Adieu. Fine stuff.

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  4. Indeed, in spite of the darkest hours there’s light and renewal, that makes us look forward to coming days.❤️ Beautifully penned.

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  5. The older I get, the more I appreciate experiencing the winter solstice. I’m not going to say I like it–the cold or the dark–but I appreciate its significance and the power that comes with moving through it. Christmas Blessings to you and yours, Laura. 🙂

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