Day 9: Five gold rings

Five gold rings
the choir of children sing:
it’s Christmas time again.

Please put a penny in the old man’s hat
the goose is getting fat
but not yet cooked, it seems.

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
but the snow no longer falls here
only the rain in floods and devastation streams

through every doorway:
families throwaway Christmases on the lawn
the sandbags didn’t stem the rising tide.

We shelter in place, Abide with me, Oh Lord of Hosts:
send us a warning from the Holy Ghost
I’m dreaming of a green Christmas

but I should have started dreaming long ago:
now I only sing about what might have been
a scene within a globe of glittered snow.

Thank you to Ingrid @experimentsinfc for this poem. Irene blogs at and is editor and creator of The Anthropocene Hymnal.


8 thoughts on “Day 9: Five gold rings

  1. Pingback: Day 9: Five gold rings — Sarah writes poems - Experiments in Fiction

  2. Here in Florida, I am cherishing a green Christmas, but I mourn the snow that didn’t bring Christmas cheer where it should have. Climate change is the “Grinch that stole Christmas! ” I hope he disappears! Thank you, Sarah, for featuring Ingrid’s meaningful poem!


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