I am not afraid
at the sight
of your bleeding eyes
and empty orbits .
I feel serenity
from the heat
of your light,
and the warmth of the candles
placed on your head
like a crown.
I’m not terrified
towards your skull
that ghostly wanders
in the darkness of the night,
and the winter breeze.
I am enraptured
By the ancient melodies
that come out of your mouth,
and whirl in the air
like snow in the wind.
Poem (C): Me
“The OC Mari Lwyd Photo” (C): Jim Pool
“Christmas Morning” (1908) (C): Carl Larsson
“God Jul” (C): Jenny Nyström
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