I dreamt of a yellow Christmas
the night before
and a little girl with yellow hair
yawning on a mat made of straw
Her face was painted yellow by the
splattering sun.
She sat down to a bowl of rice
mixed in yellow stew
Then changed into a yellow dress
of lace with many folds
and with a gait, like a peacock,
strode out into the huffing sky
where she joins birds of
plumage different.
Together, they crossed a yellow plank
on a swamp
and went door to door singing:
'Christmas children have come to wish
you a merry season.'
'Ah! Christmas children, '
the residents reply
'decked are you like ornaments on a tree';
and gave each a shiny yellow coin
and sweets wrapped in yellow foils.
No white snow or mistletoe
just a yellow Christmas I dreamt of
the night before
like I used to have in the jungle
when I was but a child.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You really created a visual picture. I am an artist and poet and your color yellow really symbolized the tropical aspects of your poem. I often have a dream of surgery as a child, with yellow swirls of anesthesia created by ether. Your poem felt like a dream to me. Marianne Reninger
Thank you Marianne for your nice comment. I think when you get to a certain age, then childhood becomes like a dream.