To New Beginnings

This is it, my first post of this, my second year of blogging, nay… Writing.

I must confess though that this was first blogged over on Free Verse Revolution. I’ve been lucky to have a great relationship with them and hope to continue in this New Year. Although I normally reblog from FVR on this one occasion I wanted to post this one as my first new poem.

So you lovely lovely people:

To New Beginnings

To new beginnings

Taking the first step and how

With spirits flying

Higher than the clouds dancing

Across periwinkle skies

 

To new beginnings

A fresh start for the poets

Heart to open the

Next chapter in his book of

Nightmares and dreamscapes for you

 

To new beginnings

With paper and pen I let

The magic happen

Words will appear and watch

How the story buds and grows

 

To new beginnings

A Poet’s soul energised

And I wander on

My merry way, step by step

With an open hand to shake

 

So new beginnings

I raise a glass and toast you

Toast your idea

To hope and prosperous change

A New Year, new beginnings

Copyright © JRFC January 2019
Image from Pixabay

My Special Guest tonight is…

Christina Rossetti and In the Bleak Mid Winter

So I love the song with the same title but it turns out that this poem, which I’ve actually tried to read with the tune but doesn’t quite work, was written long before the song. Huh who would have known.

Christina Georgina Rossetti born in England in 1830 wrote a variety or poems but was famous for the Goblin Market and Remember. She also wrote the words of two Christmas carols well known in the British Isles: This one, first published as ‘A Christmas Carol’ and Love Came Down at Christmas.

By the way, if you get a chance to read the Goblin Market; do it. I almost posted it for Halloween but it is a very long piece and I just didn’t think it suited at the time.

So, sit yourself in front of what ever heat source you have and enjoy.

In the Bleak Mid Winter

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.

Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him, whom cherubim, worship night and day,
Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom angels fall before,
The ox and ass and camel which adore.

Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But His mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.

What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.

 

Image from Pixabay, modified by JRFC