Christmas poetry competition 2023

Magical Winter Night

A swift movement of the cultivating breeze, Though not sure if the intoxicating freeze, is a gentle remedy to yearn for warmth Or a slight shocker that could instantaneously bring the heart at a halt. Bright lights with a neon glow, enticing me for an overflow Of what seems to be a festive spirit, that waits to be awakened when the serene setting is like so. Carols grasping me at the buds I call my ears, moving my feet before I can possibly discern if the sound is near. ‘Deck the halls’ I hear in the distance, far away I am but I stop at an instance. To hear that soothing rhythm of tongues, that sway me left to right, in a joyous zeal for the festive season and memorable night. Clarity, I see, and bright stockings draped in a jovial fashion, Great big Santa’s I spot – though I am sure that encounter will never happen. A great idol formed in the colours of red and white, A concept that has controlled the world just as a result of the remembrance of one mere night. Baby Jesus is who they say they celebrate at Christmas; But now for the majority He’s nothing but far away in the distance, In these magical winter nights, With a sharp remembrance of the beautiful wonders I call sight. Such melodies that encapsulate the magical winter nights, With a sharp remembrance of the beautiful wonders, I call sight.

By Emmie Saidi