Your nape is bent, with gentle weight of snow,
the strands of hair reflecting light; as gold
your eyes are tinsel under mistletoe.
This night I shiver, bent in night too cold
your laughter cannot melt my frosty lips,
too shy tonight, I wait, I’m far from bold
I watch you smile, and tempt with hands on hips
I see perfection in those strands of hair;
in this sheen of night, I wait, as minutes slip
to hours as you dance with others, snare
the lords a-leaping, leaving me alone;
until the band invites the dames to dare;
you point at me, and in my arms you’re blown
you’ve made your choice, I’m glad, I’m owned
Today Karin wants us to use any pair of words from a Christmas song to write a poem at toads. As often is I don’t really now why my poems end up like they do… I will also link up to poetry pantry tomorrow.
December 19, 2015