Feliz Navidad!
a bell peeled on a dark winter night the sound came from
the little church
in the village parishioners gathered for prayer
all was silence they
spoke in whispers you
could hear the shuffle
of their shoes against the packed dirt of the plaza there was excitement in the air
it was christmas
at last soon you could hear singing coming from the old adobe church
the sounds flew
like ribbons out the open door of the
church and into the plaza
tangled with the
last colors of sunset their faith held
deeply people celebrated
tamales and
sweets each holding a lighted candle Feliz Navidad!
January 4, 2018
10 comments:
Beautiful, Annell. You took me there. I could hear the shuffling feet.
I know so well how you capture those pauses... and so many ways to include that silence, love it Annell... you are unique in your expression.
So evocative! Love the imagery, and the way you structure your pauses!
Oh Annell, you're an expert at this kind of poem! I like the silent spaces between the bell peeling, the silence, the whispers and shuffles! You've captured the silent reverence and the joyful celebration of a Christmas service in this poem.
I like the lighted candle at the end.
Lovely Annell.
'the sounds flew like ribbons' - beautifully described.
Anna :o]
Annell, this is one of your best. The silences in the spaces, the reverence, the joy. All of it. Wonderful.
Sweet and lovely lines.
I think I witnessed everything... beautifully done!!
Such good narrative descriptions. I've witnessed this simple faith in San Salvador. The church is the center of their lives. Sometimes I wonder if here, in our Hispanic communities, gangs are the replacement for their need to belong to something.
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