nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

CHRISTMAS ANGEL

The bevelled
Wood frame
Of the mirror
Remains
Its glass
Shattered
And pained
Memories claimed.

The hands
Of the timepiece
Stuttered
And died
Shines on
The cheek
Tears cried
And defined.

The old
Christmas angel
Ragged
And worn
Fades
Ever distant
Beyond
Our recall.