Day 21: Miz Quickly’s Emotion and PA’s Ekphrasis Poem
The Postman’s Daughter
There was a time of innocence.
A child’s care with tinsel and
looping bobbles on branch ends,
but sky always overclouded,
darkened with flaws of grey.
A postman’s daughter knows —
Christmas is not a happy time.
A postman’s feet are worlds of pain.
A delivery of misery and madness.
He is the limping lame, but
we sang Peace on Earth.
Angels up on high.
Things were said, a serpent’s sting.
Costly toys and roaring words, but
this was a time of innocence.
Shops and Christmas markets
drowned in joy and spice.
Little wonder that a Christmas ad
will quickly bring on the tears.