Friday -One Stop Poetry Holiday Poetry

Mistletoe

Walter de la Mare

Sitting under the mistletoe

(pale-green, fairy, mistletoe),

One last candle burning low,

All the sleepy dancers gone,

Just one candle burning on,

Shadows lurking everywhere:

Someone came, and kissed me there.

Tired I was; my head would go

Nodding under the mistletoe

(pale-green, fairy, mistletoe),

No footsteps came, no voice but only,

Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,

Stooped in the still and shadowy air

Lips unseen - and kissed me there.

Minstrels

by
William Wordsworth

The minstrels played their Christmas tune

To-night beneath my cottage-eaves;

While, smitten by a lofty moon,

The encircling laurels, thick with leaves,

Gave back a rich and dazzling sheen,

That overpowered their natural green.

Through hill and valley every breeze

Had sunk to rest with folded wings:

Keen was the air but could not freeze,

Nor check the music of the strings,

So stout and hardy were the band

That scraped the cords with strenuous hand.

And who but listened? --till was paid

Respect to every inmate's claim.

The greeting given, the music played

In honor of each household name,

Duly pronounced with lusty call,

And "Merry Christmas" wished to all.

Photographs courtesy of Creative Commons:

Steve Willis

http://www.flickr.com/photos/steve_willis/2227916456/

Joe Lewis

http://www.flickr.com/photos/sanbeiji/2147857683/

If you'd like to have some fun and write a mistletoe or Minstrel (aka carolers) poem, please share with us and link in.