Mistletoe
Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
All the sleepy dancers gone,
Just one candle burning on,
Shadows lurking everywhere:
Some one came, and kissed me there.
Tired I was; my head would go
Nodding under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
No footsteps came, no voice, but only,
Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,
Stooped in the still and shadowy air
Lips unseen—and kissed me there.
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...a lovely poem for a rather strange plant.
ReplyDeleteImagination is something he excelled at :)
DeleteThat's a sweet odd poem.
ReplyDeleteHappy 2023! :)
Isn't it sweet :) Happy 2023!
DeleteOh Nita, this is a gem. Thank you. Here's to a happy new year.
ReplyDeleteI've always liked him :)
DeleteHappy New Year!
ReplyDeleteand to you :)
DeleteAnother ghost story
ReplyDeleteor fairy tale :)
DeleteWhat a way to finish this year. Mistletoe is a real beauty and grows wild in odd places. Have a safe, healthy, joyous new year and 2023!
ReplyDeleteI remember the first time I heard it was a parasite. Hmmm, puts those ambush kisses in a different light.
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