Dec
19
A Christmas Muse By Seth Finnegan – Our Poet In Residence
- 19th December 2022
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| Twelve days until the celebrated |
| Twenty fifth, he takes a pipe |
| Let’s tobacco through his fingers |
| Contemplates the Christmas hype |
| The booze and those inebriated |
| Dead to bed and carol singers |
| The moon rolls out above the sea |
| Cradled thinly by the clouds |
| Lights give warm illusion to |
| A Jewish Star which fed the crowds |
| This mainland could be Galilee |
| A shepherd watching, maybe two |
| He puffs at vain inanity |
| The adverts and the tinsel show |
| Beholds three kings within his eye |
| On desert trails, through sand like snow |
| Moving ever by degree |
| By something special in the sky |
| He sips upon his pot like wine |
| And sees a baby with it’s mum |
| The stars break free, the clouds disband |
| Till all creation hangs out dumb |
| The world in thrall to One Divine |
| Worth all our journeys through the sand |