A Christmas Specular
A Christmas Specular or Mirror poem This poem is written from the perspective of Sister Water. As St Francis says “Be praised my Lord, through Sister Water, she is useful and humble and precious and pure” Give me peace. I lay down at the bottom of a riverbed looking up through the green, clear, water. Up through the aqua ripples, up to the sky, contemplating as clouds slowly move across. Dawn parts to reveal full day, and afternoon atomises into cool evening. The dew falls, and the sun sets behind a green hill, clustered with trees, the moon rises in the East. In a cave on the hill, a refugee couple labour through the night. The hardest, most unknowable work a woman can do. At last she holds her baby. She has sewn soft blankets and coverings to keep him warm. She holds him so close. Everyone is asleep now as dawn breaks, it has been a long and difficult night. In the cave on a hill they rest. Gently neighbours call in to offer joy and congrat...