Mistletoe and Midnight
jessica k. shannon
it's always been a mystery
a veiled valentine;
a holiday package
never opened in time.
ice cream with no flavor,
a love song with no rhymes.
a dainty, pretty slipper
not of the glass kind.
questions go unanswered,
as the years crawl by.
pixie dust is waning,
leaving tears in their stride.
the glitter of a new year
blazes through the sky,
perhaps this masqueraded moment
will finally be mine.
but for now there's
no kiss. never kisses.
under mistletoe or midnight.
3 comments:
Aha! Let me say that I usually don't like rhyming poetry--but here, ah! you flit across them with such delicacy and an ease of manner Alexander Pope never managed. I hardly noticed! Your oringinality in framing such a common notion with the drapery of a love-pricked heart is masterful!
"veiled valentine" is priceless, as is your final stanza. Amazing!
Oh and your title is fantastic!
I think you are amazing
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