Miki Byrne Poems
|81.||By The Beach Fire.||2/23/2015|
|82.||A Sharp Rebuke.||12/5/2014|
|83.||Ants In My Friends' House.||12/8/2014|
|84.||Arboretum In Sunlight||12/8/2014|
|85.||As I Walk Through Birmingham.||12/8/2014|
|87.||About Edna St. Vincent Millay.||12/5/2014|
|88.||Christening At St. Mary Magdalene's||2/23/2015|
|91.||A Christmas Poem.||12/4/2014|
A Christmas Poem.
I see the lights a-glitter.
I hear the choir in song.
Children gaze, sparkly-eyed
For Christmas won't be long.
There will stand the presents
Around the Christmas tree
And cards along the mantel piece
From friends and family.
Then I think of Jesus,
All in a stable born
And all the things he gave to us
On that first Christmas morn.
The hope, the love, the charity.
The kindness shown to all.
The depth of Christianity
Sprung from a babe so small.
So now at this new Christmas,
I send a wish for peace.
For harmony throughout the...
A Sharp Rebuke.
I left the preparations. The last minute pinning's,
smearing of ghoulish make up. Settling of wigs
and food made grotesque by strange colourings.
I walked down from East Hill House.
Gliding the quiet old street toward the Elliot Arms.
Pre-party drinks and ghost stories would tingle the spine
and ratchet the fear.
My costume was accurately vampiric. Sharp canines
gleamed in the moonlight. Droplets misted raven hair.