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.. . . . . .
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Written by Sydney Peck
Entered in Nette Onclaud’s Contest GLOW OF GLITTER
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