jazz on Christmas Eve,
John Coltrane
croons
hot buttered notes
against fetted hearts
every note dancing further
and further away
from the present
(into the past)
the silver ether gaze
of child-ness
reflecting bell-like
into non-drunkeness—
the wine of youth.
About the Creator
Kate Kastelberg
-cottage-core meets adventure
-revels in nature, mystery and the fantastical
-avoids baleful gaze of various eldritch terrors
-your Village Witch before it was cool
-under command of cats and owls
-let’s take a Time Machine back to the 90s
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Comments (5)
Beautiful! What a perfectly melancholic look into the childhood holiday spirit. I adore this bit, such clever wordplay: “the silver ether gaze of child-ness reflecting bell-like into non-drunkeness— the wine of youth“ What does “fetted” mean? I’ve not seen that word before! ❤️
Nice. Felt the Christmas vibe here!
Oooo, is this for the smooth challenge? This was such a wonderful poem!
Smooth sounds of Jazz. Ah, nothing better. I totally agree. Love the words.
Hot buttered notes. Lovely.