Elf Poetry Challenge

Ran across this challenge last week on Experiments in Fiction. Aside from enjoying Ingrid’s description of the challenge, I surprised myself in enjoying some of the submitted poems. I’m just not the sentimental holiday type. Yes, I have pretty lights and baubles around, but that’s the limit of my holiday festivities (eggnog and baked goods, notwithstanding).

So, I stretched my comfort zone, and here is my response to the challenge.

We watch all night long
 We dance and sing old songs
 And now we slice the cake.
 As each night shrinks from the last
 Winter’s breath prepares to blast
 The sun will rise with hope to make.
 But on this night, the longest night
 We let our souls take flight
 Into the new, with hopes of old, we shall not quake.

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