Jenny's writing week

A poem written in June about a feast in February!

I chose Candlemas,
that forgotten feast
songless, last moment for the crib

Candlemas. Our Lady’s Feast.

The old man Simeon sang peace
as he held the young girl’s child.

Candlemas – a taking down:
no fuss or flowers.

I wrote this poem during a workshop when we were asked to think about seasons and what they mean to us. We all chose winter seasons, although it was high summer with soaring temperatures.