The Lovely Christmess

Po(t)etens Oppdrag nr. XII.

Category: holiday celebration. Disclaimers: no particular love for the current season required. No need to understand anything to appreciate everything, or however. Maybe the other way around, I dunno. Style: traditional, slightly surrealistic, very melodic. Repetitious in a good sense; (literally) red line of closely followed subject throughout. Last verse follow same form, albeit extremely differently looking altogether. General info: As promised, here's the Christmas themed babbly song thingy. What(ever) Christmas means to me, etc. As mentioned further down the site. Didn't turn out quite as expected, but fulfilling nonetheless. That is a great word, by the way, nonetheless. Loves the adverbials. Bit like fantastically, frantically, fanatically or outmost, perfected intelligibility. I'm starting to babble completely, so let's cut to the chase.

"The Day Before Tomorrow" - [late-night-draft] - ode for preparation day
By Scaramouche, the po(t)et, loving Christmas, yet aware of the obstacles. Loads of reasons to stay home, alone, with telly and micro wave food at Christmas Day. Observably.

I painted dubiously red the linen
carpets, rugrats, flat out tyres
put the curtains on display
in technicoloured multipatterns

I set up ornaments throughout
the looking glass looked credulous
in motions, still life, child support
come candle sticks burnt at both ends

I gathered audiences to be quiet
the admiration, preservation,
place the many boxes on the shelves
were out of sight, were out of trouble

I flinched when merely questioned
tell-tales, scorings, fillings, vicious
relatives are never so related
paper trees do wither in the silent snow

I spent the hours as of grasses green
were clad in white but dressed in utter blue
the table cloth dance from a mouse trap
dingling chandeliers in front of mine idyllic

galore the recipes for success story
thinner paper, more absorption
screw the genie back inside the bottle
realization never guaranteed

explain the host as through the guest
in welcomes, chitchat, mimicry
and all the savages behind the screen
see further introduction habits

beyond the purpose lay the honest lie
of cartoon moments mixed with pleasure dome
in our most ironic hour, praise
the hidden meaning that we rarely spot

here come the final revelation of our
christmas paradigm;
somewhere along the lane division
when parted theory and practise,
I'm a slight divine
and matter mostly to myself in better planning