The Christmas moon

On a wintery Christmas night,

I strolled in the friendless parkland with a malcontent plight,

Walking without a purpose with melancholic emotions blurring my sight,

I fortuitously gazed at my surrounding covered with lamps illuminating faint blue light,

The sand on the ground sparkled like the blue luminescent plankton bloom,

I raised my head to the sky to address the rare Christmas moon!

Christmas is a celebration of love with friends and family,

You must be wondering how such a beautiful day makes me lonely,

I wonder that too; no, I am not the Grinch trying to steal the glory of Christmas,

I am the one fighting a battle to believe in the magic the folklores express,

Amidst the canopy of Sigmora trees casting a spell of shadowy gloom,

I looked up from the tangled tree barks, the elegant bright Christmas moon!

I stood up still as if bewitched; I stared at the glaring moon,

While a cluster of matted cloud covered it in a gesture of tender spoon,

Soon the magical sheets of cotton invade the whole sky above me,

Still revealing the lamp of the night in its dazzling circular groom,

A gush of strong wind welcomed the tiny crystal of snow all around me,

Surrounded by the celestial snowfall, I admired the snug, white Christmas moon!

As the tiny white sprinkles of artistic ice fell on the gloomy park lamps,

The warmth confined within them released from their exile in artistry forms,

Their shapes resembled the mythical beings from the tales narrated on winter camps,

The enthralling ambiance created by night was an experience beyond any norms,

I quivered in the cold, though the blanket of tranquillity covered my heart’s shattered rooms,

Holding the sides of my jacket together, I paid tribute to the enlightened, wise Christmas moon!

I floated in an astounding dream imagining the lives of tiny adorable elves,

The art of baking, Carpentry, toy making constitute their prestigious selves,

Legends of their toil n sociability surround the whole globe from their polar dwells,

A distant noise “Ho! Ho! Ho! Accompanied by the harmony of million jingling bells,

Awoke me from the child-like dream, I looked up high at the mystique moon,

A herd of flying reindeers pulling the Santa sled crossed above me with a loud boom!

Bewildered by sight, on a charismatic night, I reasoned with my self-belief,

Amidst the conjuring skit presented by nature, I attained a blissful relief,

Lonely parkland and I have been close for a while; tonight, we both have reasons to smile,

If we put our faith to strive, the magic of Christmas is forever alive,

I walked away from the buyout park, Contented with the inspiring boon,

For the last time, I looked up, smiled at the Merry Christmas moon!

Christmas moon is one of my earlier written poems when I had a lot of thought but was not sure I could write. But somehow, I always felt connected and satisfied with this work. Maybe because I loved the fantasy-filled long-form magical poetries written by great poets from the Victorian era and maybe just a bit, I could replicate that feeling in this work. This piece also got selected in a poetry festival organized by Twitter named Wild sound ( link – Christmas Moon, Poetry by Vinayak Pandey | WILDsound Festival (wildsoundfestivalreview.com). One of my first publications gave me some hope that I can write; since then, there is no stopping in this fascinating journey.

Christmas moon is a blend of Nature and Magic, and after four years as well, this one is still very close to my heart. Hence after minor editing, it’s ready anew for a repost. I hope you will enjoy this piece perfumed by the aroma of the festive season.

Until then, Be safe, take care ! and last but not least, Merry Christmas to you and your family

– Rain Alchemist

10 comments

  1. I am glad you revisited this inspiring composition. I love the structure, the unveiling of a fantastic moment of interlude with the Christmas moon. Used in refrain it is a touchstone that reminds the reader what the speaker is gazing on. If I had known you way back then, I would tell you what I tell you today, you are without a doubt, a gifted writer. Happiest of holidays to you and your family, V!

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    • First, I will thank you, Brad, for keeping that patience to read the long poetry. Like mentioned, long forms always inspire me, but in this fast-paced world have noticed people prefer to read short poems. I guess poetry also got a slice along with other things as the world progressed. Secondly, thanks a lot for your beautiful and insightful comment, really makes my day each time I get your feedback. Third, it’s the unconditional trust you have expressed in my writing that makes me feel gifted. Thanks a lot for your never-ending support my best wishes to you and your family for the holiday season πŸ™πŸ™‚

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