Victoriana

Victoriana

11.11.15

From Castle and Cottage

An early poem, inspired by Victoria Magazine.

In the mist of snow
at midwinter,
Christmas-red running
down the candles,
stars white and breathless
at the sparkle of lights
on snow
and icy silver.

Pontresina
rosy lilts,
bright-clothed
in the embroidered flowers
of tradition,
light and warmth
to the pealing alpine valley.

Where the true color
of a thousand years
scratched, lingers,
children joyous singing
we chase the winter away
and coals
are the brightest, sweetest light.

Allelu…
March the streets, ringing.

Emily Isaacson

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