Thursday, December 25, 2008

Carol

Hanging over
Bethlehem
A hush, a star
and Seraphim

huddled in
the straw and earth
a virgin wept
while giving birth

Both euphoric
and confused
shepherds stumbled
and perused

the empty streets
the pens and sheds
a chorus ringing
in their heads

From the east
the wise discerned
a different route
for their return

as Herod tossed
across the plain
sleepless in
suspicious reign

A silent night
pierced by the cry
of a baby
near the sty

son of David,
Abraham,
a shepherd who
would be a lamb;

A guest who cursed
his rotten luck
in his bed
for being stuck

by the barn
and now the din
of God as He
pulled on His skin

4 comments:

silly girl said...

Merry Christmas, Joaquin! and many wonderful poems to come... :)

K.Lawson Gilbert said...

Beautifully portrays the birth of the Savior.

You have shown us the duality of that most important event. The very humanness of Christ's birth - and the divinity of it all.

I found the last two stanzas very (I can't think of a good word - so for lack of better) avant-garde. I must say the last two lines were "wow".

Impressive, as ever.

maaga..... said...

nice piece!
have a great season..
peace.

Moanerplicity said...

Beautiful enough to sing from the Marrow, was the loveliness
Of this poetic carol!
You managed to tell
What is a timeless
Classic, yet spin
And garnish it
Into poetic
Newness!

Man! How I wish
I'd only read this
On the actual day
Of Christmas!


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