Stella Marlowe Poet Etheree

tradition

You
Would play
A certain
Album each year 
While we pulled out all
Of the old ornaments 
We've used since I was little. 
No matter what might have happened,
Or yesterday's bitter arguments, 
Today - hanging the garland - I'll forget.
In clockwork of merry traditions, 
There's a sense of longing for those
Years where I was ignorant. 
I decorate the tree 
Wondering if we
Could return to
Those brightly 
Sparkling
Lies.

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Alison A Smith October 7, 2026 at 8:26 PM The etheree shape beautifully mirrors the movement into childhood memory and back to present awareness. The familiar album and old ornaments lend warmth to the ritual, making the closing “brightly / Sparkling / Lies” especially poignant.