Illuminations

Illuminations bright reflect Upon the snow drift laden street, The yellow lanterns intersect Where human traffic circumspect Leave hollow tracks of phantom feet. Shop windows with lacklustre shine, Like showcase sockets in the dark, Bestow a grey and black design Of product shadows ill defined, Skulk predatory like a shark. The leads and cables strung between The interface of brick to brick, Electric silver, gold and green, Supported, hung above the scene, They flash and strobe, pop and click. Illuminations rain upon The lonely brows of midnight men, To steer their plight and guide them on And light their ways until they’re gone From Christmas present to past again.