BEANERY ONLINE LITERARY MAGAZINE
wishes all its readers a
VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
IN WINTERSCAPE…COMES THE SONG
Joan
A heavenly choir
Angelic voices to inspire
Displays of the Nativity
O Bethlehem in facsimile
Shades of red, paperwhites
Cherished seasonal rites
Candied fruit, nuts and berries
Also sugar plump fairies
A bough of shimmery pine
Frosty wreaths entwine
Hushed in a shiver of snow
Welcome lights aglow
Noel…
Simple and complete.
ADDITIONAL READING:
FLASHY MOON EXPLOSIONS
WATCHING CORN GROW
HAIR UNAWARE
BEANERY ONLINE LITERARY MAGAZINE
JOURNEY’S END
JOAN
The mysterious stagecoach traveler is a frail woman dressed in black wrapped in a black shawl. Her hair is parted in the center and pulled into a small bun on her neck fastened by a horn comb.
She greets her fellow passengers politely. A day traveler, she seems weary. She carries a black satchel over one arm, from which she extracts small ivory shuttlecocks for making hair lace. She guides hair through loops to make the knots/gaps and displays a family journal of beribboned hair wreaths, braids, and chains as fine as spider webs.
The stagecoach drivers swear she doesn’t board the stagecoach at any previous stop but is aboard every (more…)
—written by Joan
Was it there as I kissed my husband goodbye this a.m.?
Black and endearing.
Was it there as I sat through morning briefing?
Proud and shouting.
Was it there at luncheon with my boss?
Stiff and preening.
Was it there when I did my presentation?
Aloof and sneering.
Was it there when I met my child’s teacher after school?
Curled and amusing.
Was it there when I had dinner with my in-laws?
Precious and spewing.
It’s there on my chin in the bathroom mirror tonight.
I’m sure no one noticed?
Please, God!
