I Dreamt Of A Yellow Christmas Poem by Birgitta Abimbola Heikka

I Dreamt Of A Yellow Christmas

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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.

Sunday, December 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: christmas,season
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
How we celebrated Christmas back home in Lagos when I was a child.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Marianne Reninger 20 December 2015

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

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Thank you Marianne for your nice comment. I think when you get to a certain age, then childhood becomes like a dream.

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