Glitter

GLITTER Christmas Eve on a cold winter’s night. My children, the diamonds of my life, Stand in the garden and, breathless, See the heavens alight with a host of candles, Their sprinkle of diamond-fresh points Like God’s holy yule-tree garlands. The prosaic stars coruscate in the blink Of the evening’s twinkle and are quenched by the cloud. The frozen dappled stream in the moonlight as it breaks Into low waves lapping over barely-perceived rocks Bears a necklace of diamonds in silver chainlink. The village blacksmith strikes his sparks white-hot In the darkness of the forge and they splash fountain-like From the anvil and break asunder in a thousand Tiny splashlets of hot but not yet moulded forms. The childen’s minds glitter when they perceive A novel idea and the shining thought enters Their eyes and voices, creating a cascade Glittering and twinkling as their minds are sprinkled With this holy water, at once hot and cold, And these thoughts and inklings break asunder In young splashlets not yet moulded, to form The unquenchable silver diamonds of life.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Written by Sydney Peck Entered in Nette Onclaud’s Contest GLOW OF GLITTER