bright red
metallic strings
loop around
a funny kind
of tree.
nothing like
it really
ought to be.
this time
of year
we all
want lights
because it
is so dark
this time
of year.
we love light;
there's a
feeling of
safety and
comfort.
good things
happen there.
evil likes to
hide in
dark corners.
Red Garland
Published
Murray Robertson (photography & poems) 
subtle poetry
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you APS Malhotra!
And other times, I say things quite bluntly.
🙂
LikeLike
Beautifully photographed and poetically delightful
LikeLike
Thank you for the kindnesses d.a.!
🙂
LikeLike
It’s a pleasure always
LikeLike
🙂
LikeLike
Thank you for the kind words d.a.!
🙂
LikeLike
Reminds me of a multicoloured shiny necklace of mini-baubles, called “The Beads” that my mum used to drape around the mirror on the landing in our old victorian house, in the 1950s. I don’t know what happened to it; it’s not with some other of the “desecrations” that I inherited…
It continues its imaginal life in your poem and photograph… thank you, Murray, and winter blessings, as we pass the shortest day and on into the unknown. May there be light for you, and hope, and discoveries that please and delight you x
LikeLike
Thank you for the kindnesses writingpresence!
These beads are draped around an artificial Xmas tree. I put it up myself when no-one else could help. The tree has lights and that helps us push back the darkness. We get so much of it, this time of year.
🙂
LikeLike