Christmas poetry competition 2023

Magical Winter Nights

I took out my torch, but I didn’t need it The moon illuminated the sky with its soft yellow haze As I looked up and admired the crystals twinkling above me I took a long, sharp breath in. The cold air rushing through my nose, chilling my insides. It stung my face until it was numb As I took another step forward the was a crunching beneath me of fragile twigs and frosty, amber leaves. I looked up, out into the distance and caught sight of an old lady sitting alone on a bench staring down at her frost bitten hands There was a thin carpet of snow across her feeble shoulders And snow flakes disguised in her dainty white hair Just the sight of her, such an innocent soul alone on a winters night made my stomach twist I felt my legs under me uncontrollably move towards her I looked down into her kind, worn eyes and she looked back into mine, As if she wanted to say something As if she had a story to tell.

By Rosie Van der Gucht