After Christmas

Tonight, the twinkling decorations adorn
the tree like an old hat worn in an old car,
but a Hollywood convertible after its cause.
For sunsets, and still moments, the engines

still turn around like ten drummers for pity’s
sake, or Christ’s, and a hollow log echoes
like a tinny stereo or speakers, distant radios
thought to be ordinary and lonely elsewhere.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Yes the morning after. All the build up and the hype then it is gone. This sounds a little regretful and forlorn. Tis the Chrismas spirit that needs to live on. Well stated in the metaphor. Is there a syntax error in the line:
'with a hollow log echoes'?

[Laura Lynn]

Thanks, I have gone to the original and corrected this, thanks

[Confuser]

Laura, this I love more than any of your writing, the question I'm asking is why; of course it is beautiful; love all the metaphors, and I visualize so much. Christmas to me is a hard at times, like life. I just love every words. It is beautiful. I disagree with the reviewer below, the Christmas spirit that needs to live on? I understand what he is saying but it is as if he is telling you; maybe I'm wrong. Thanks. Dale

[Miss Owl]

Nicely done Post Christmas poem. Yes, now what? Celebrate until the New Year then change the Christmas dressing to one of winter until spring comes rolling around. I enjoyed your poem.

[ANTO]

Post Christmas blues Laura - you have your poetic fingers on the pulse, the mood of the moment.
Sensitively handled

[Lizardo]

This really captures the feeling after christmas
This is really good, I really like it
Great work!100

[Rene Salinas]

The outer physicality of Christmas. It is amazing how the words convey the need to get dressed for Christmas, dressed for the occassion but dressed for what exactly it might come as an irony but even that which we take for granted has very little meaning for most. You will be pushed to find someone around you (try it if you want proof)that actually can give you the answer as to why we even have a tree. I don't speak about the theory or what someone told you but the reason that tradition started long ago. If we can't even be bothered to know that what chance does the message of the symbol of Christ not the life of Jesus stand?

Shouting from the distance, old echoes, through a hollow log barely able to listen to it anymore.

Yet I guess that's the challenge.

Thank You.

[The Twin Arenas]

Man. You wrote the after christmas poem.

this is so great, Laura.
it has so many of the things I love: old hats, old cars, hollow logs, and distant radios.

one of my favorite pieces on the site.