As I look up, and up, my neck craning,
at dazzling lights and sparkling balls,
my inner desire I’m restraining,
as I wait patiently for one to fall.
Each night I lay dreaming of obtaining
my rightful prize; for now I’m abstaining.
As their footsteps approach, I turn away,
Not wanting my desperate gaze to betray.
Rushing, brushing against the tall fake tree,
they pull on their coats and they disappear.
Dislodged a ball comes flying down to me,
I lunge forward, plant my teeth around it.
Then I know why it‘s a forbidden toy;
the ball has smashed, there’s pain, then blood I spit.
The Twelve Sonnets of Christmas
Day # 4
This poetry form was presented by Dutch poet, Leny Roovers. It is a unique form in that it almost follows the Italian 8/6 pattern, but first it makes a statement with a sestet, and then pauses for thought with a couplet, and then, like the Italian, finishes with another sestet statement, but of a much different tempo.
Here is the pattern:
a. b. a. b. a. a. c. c. . . d. e. d. f. x. f.
Day # 1 – The Christmas Season
Day # 2 – A Chance Under the Misteltoe
Day # 3 – Christmas Alone
Day # 5 – A Mother’s Christmas
Day # 6 – The Occasional Invasion
Day # 7 – The Seasonal Trend
Day # 8 – The Nutcracker
Day # 9 – Naughty or Nice
Day # 10 – Something more
Day # 11 – The Nativity
Day # 12 – The Man in Red Silk