Christmas

Cantilevered

From pagan mid winter history,

Christmas hangs above our summer

like a molten amber bead.

Freed

from constraints, of cold and scarcity,

it becomes all consuming.

Until,

with typical irreverance,

we tip it dipsily

into the salient sea.


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About Mikaela

I am an artist and writer living in the Perth Hills
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