Silent Night

Silent Night.

The night is falling fast

grey skies gusts of wind

settling around diversities

of man and wife

childless.

The poet writes

his mind married to his muse

his wife stirring talk

provoking.

Love‘s attractions gone

sex a foreign word

she’d be too tired

he’s sick doing himself.

The night is falling fast

like a giant dark stone

shaking the heart

squashing fondness

turning feelings to ice.

The poet writes

his story denudes his

favourite lass

his wife has retired

void of x-mas in her heart.

Not even a dog howls

the usual cat stopped

walking past.

zoltanzelan

©ZJG-Poetry’14.

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