Christmas Lore

A simple off hand try at poetry.

A wisp, the world of frosty glass

The bells, a song, of Christmas past.

Asleep the might eye’d one awake

Oh bright, the night, the bells a-shake

 

A click, a clatter, among they gather;

Aloft, a flight, the hooves a-scatter

A creak, and quirk, rosy ears perk

For rosy red, white bearded smirk

 

For golden sack, a tiding of joy

The man, a story, the gifts employ

a-love, for home so toasty warm

lest we not forget, and cherish

a loved one’s warmth

Author's Note

I have no intention of being a poet, I just wanted to share a snippet of some basic thought processes that I have.

Reviews

[Mariam]

very nice...I like every word here, can feel your essence)

[LJW]

Reminiscent of Clement C Moore.

I would suggest scrapping the last line. Try rewriting it having it rhyme better. Strive to have it match the rhyme pattern in the previous stanzas. Then this piece will be top shelf.

[Todd Mc' Callough]

Thank you very much for the advice. I have thought of scrapping the last line, I just wanted a hearty conclusion. Thank yo very much for taking the time to review this. I really appreciate the feedback.