my entries for the Construct Cup |
they say when Christmas bells ring midnight, the animals break from their feeding to stargaze— and see angels singing. at the sound, their tongues are loosed, and if you are still awake (waiting for the sound of reindeer hooves or a distant laugh), you can hear them speaking. animals are wise on a Christmas midnight. they speak great truths of futures and pasts and loves and losses. the little kitten chasing her tail, the puppy jumping, if you hear them whisper, stop. listen. hear. they have a message for you. some forecast to make your future special. pretend to sleep— etiquette demands that when human ears are aware, they must keep quiet, and this hour is their only chance to catch up on the doings of far off places and exotic friends. their time lasts only an hour. when the clock tolls one, the heavens close. when angels cease their singing, animal tongues are tied, left to meander to their mangers, empty of any words. line count: 40 form: quadruple etheree: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/etheree.html Prompt ▼ |