Poetry Corner


Illustration by Suzy Varty
In these northern latitudes, the light is sparse
 and winter bares its white and weathered fist
 against the fastnesses of night.

 We decorate the darkness, cannot stand
 its plain finality.  Daub it with tinsel
 dress it in baubles, switch on season’s greetings
 in the streets.  Perhaps God is dead;
 perhaps the shortest day
 will dwindle into black.

 The brilliant gift-wrapped sacrifice
 is not far away now.  Pause a while.
 Let your eyes become accustomed
 to these dark skies; perhaps they hold the light
 of a billion stars.

Judi Sutherland
 first published in "Acumen" magazine in 2012

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