Christmas time can be very jolly. We meet, greet, salute and congregate. But not everyone. We consider the homeless, but there is also a legion of the lonely who are feeling excluded from all this collective jollity. This is a time of year when outsiders can really feel left out in the cold. Just like that wistful feral cat back in 2016, who finally came in from the cold last Christmas and became a fully fledged insider and household member this year. Today’s Poetry Daily considers those who may not be feeling it this Christmas tide.

At Midwinter Tide
To those who have loved
and lost
whether by
omission or commission
and for whom
loneliness has become
like a prison
a life sentence
in solitary confinement
To those who have loved
and lost
those dear ones
those who once
lifted your heart
raised your pulse
bathed you in the warmth
of their company
At midwinter tide
all that loving and giving
outside
is forced labour
a convict's pick axe
breaking stone to no purpose
but to underline
how much it feels
alone
inside
At midwinter tide
there is the sun
its piercing ray
into a stone made box
and out from the dark
dawn breaks
and wholly illuminates
to ancestral sighes
for the year's tide
has turned
We are all born
with such breathless hope
followed by our cry
The sun does this turn
year upon year
all alone
except for those of us
who witness it
along with our thoughts
of those loved and lost
in yesteryear
all of of us
this company
of beloved ones
Copyright © 2018 Bee Smith
Featured image is of Newgrange illuminated at Winter Solstice found on Pinterest and linked to https://binged.it/2rJ4TBW
What a brilliant metaphor… that solitary beam of light entering New Grange and striking the one key point, briefly each year… and for just an instant, lighting the whole chamber; illuminating all those ancestral memories.
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Ah, the loneliness in the dark … light and love … swinging always betwixt. So timely.
Cari Ferraro
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