Sleepy In the Lap of Muses
Sleepy in the lap of Muses
I saw outside of a dream, the reflection of a Christmas Tree.
Distant and yet so close.
Beyond the glass yet still near.
I saw, its needles of poverty piercing the thick skin of Tory Goblins.
I saw its once pretty coloured lights starved of feed,dimmed into darkness.
I saw a crippled Fairy, rotting and naked slumped into, a damp carboarded shop doorway.
A twelve year famine as a pillow.
I saw stars hanging on shortcord,
their twinkle measured in cash.
I saw coloured candles, meant for joy, instead used to warm broken hearts.
I saw the past years crumble,
cobwebb strewn,tearfull but not happy.
I saw the reflection die, and many eyes closed to care and compassion.
And still the Muses comforted me,
In their Mother like, safe Lap.
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