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.
Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 21 ‘Emotion’ and PA’s write an Ekphrastic poem Image: Getty Images (fair use) © Misky 2021.
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7 responses to “Day 21: NaPoWriMo 2021”
Misky that is brilliant. Exactly spot on, bingo (as William at PB says)
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Thanks, Debi!
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It is, as they always say, complicated, eh? Marvelous work, Misky. The postman’s daughter imagery is perfection.
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Thank you!
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Reality can be harsh.
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My father was a postman, carrying that mail sack around, before those little trucks came into use. Love this, Misk!
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Another postman’s daughter! There were no vehicles in my Dad’s time either. All on foot. They sorted their own mail, too.
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