the way they offer a twinkly hope
for better days, the way they cut
through the fog on winter nights,
illuminated landing strips
sparkling my walks round
the neighbourhood
an assembly of wayward, tiny stars
ages ago, you handed me a small
bundle and on the wrapping paper
you had written: those dark corners don'
t stand a chance`
i switch them on at night
and every time i remember how
good it felt to know
that every once in a while
someone will see all your darkness
and help you light it up.
Bio: Annick Yerem lives and works in Berlin. In her dreams, she can swim like a manatee. Annick tweets @missyerem and has, to her utmost delight, been published by Pendemic, Detritus, @publicpoetry, RiverMouthReview, #PoetRhy, Anti-Heroin-Chic, Rejection Letters Dreich and 192.
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Hooray for fairy lights and beautiful poems like this one!!!
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Those kind of people are good to have around. Happy holidays!
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A joyful Christmas message of hope 🎄
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Zauberhaft! Some people have fairy lights all year round, but I’d be worried they’d lose their magic. They do offer ’twinkly hope for better days’ and I love:
‘illuminated landing strips
sparkling my walks round
the neighbourhood’
and ‘wayward, tiny stars’.
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Cheer is the human element of yule, the warmth one heart can offer another. The gift which keeps on giving … Lovely poem. And that warmth can be returned. to the world, to winter nights, its stars.
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But yes! I have those fairy lights against the winter dark as well. And friendship…the best light of all. (K)
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Love this, the phrasing is just right. 😊
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I love fairy lights, too. What a lovely message of friendship and hope.
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I love fairy lights, and this poem, especially the closing stanza. Awesome.
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Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
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Thank you so much for all your kind comments- they are little lights in themselves!
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