Neon lights

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Next door’s angel kept her watch all Christmas

as if even her neon blood was warmed

by all that love and peace. I’d see her

if I woke at night, resting on Mary’s wall,

wings spread and glowing golden.

 

Epiphany came, and she was packed away

to wait the year out, leaving the night

sullen and dark, or hazed and mazed with stars,

much colder and more distant

than our fearful lights, more enduring.

 

We blaze with self-importance,

but in the end, we’re small,

and faint, and human.

 

I’m hosting at dVerse tonight, and our theme is the elements – the chemical ones, not the astrological ones! Check out the other dVerse poets, and join in.

22 thoughts on “Neon lights”

  2. Wow, Sarah, this poem is so atmospheric and wistful. You’ve caught the feeling of that time after the lights have been taken down in the lines:
    ‘…leaving the night
    sullen and dark, or hazed and mazed with stars,
    much colder and more distant
    than our fearful lights, more enduring’.

    I especially love ‘hazed and mazed’.

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  8. A very fetching and soulful piece. Neon is mysterious, yet attractive. I often leave the holiday decor up until after New Years, and then it’s like the silence after the grandchildren leave.

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  14. We noticed how dark our living room became when we took the Christmas tree down — how dark the winter, how frail our candles. Neon is a ghostly human concoction, brighter than stars or moonlight yet eerie and tenuous, flickering for good and ill (I think of all the signs blazing outside bars). Signposts through the night — and how dead and blank those neon lights are by day. Great challenge.

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  17. There is a silence once everything is packed away. It feels like the magic has gone or has it just been packed away. We are indeed small with human flaws.

    but in the end, we’re small,

    and faint, and human.

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