The Christmas Light Poem by Corinne Watt

I loitered one festive season
Amongst the throng of gift laden shoppers
To see the Christmas light was my reason

My eyes lit up at the start
I saw the symbol of true love Crimson,
the Blood Donor Centre's heart

Further at my feet was a puddle red
Illuminated by a mere reflection
Not a Christmas light but a traffic instead

Hot yellow sparkling then my vision held
Like fireworks in the black of night
But ‘twas only a workman's attempt to weld

Ah, George Square, there indeed I may sight
A rainbow of bulbs and nativity replica
With sculpture of Christ, the true Christmas light