Saturday, January 05, 2013

12th Night

All that glistered
and shone its baubled light
has been devoured
The cardboard appetite
of attic boxes,
once more satisfied,
returned to quiet hibernation
awaiting another rising star.
The residue of tinsel,
captured in a vacuum of time
for another time,
trapped in tired boxes
showing their age.
The once-glanced cards
await their fate,
the annual cull -
vivisection recycling
or the ignominy
of an orange bin.
This is Christmas now,
wrapped in untidiness
and memories,
trapped in photos
of merry children,
and the workings
of thank you notes.

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