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On December 19th I guest blogged on Tamara Kraft’s Word Sharpener’s blog with a Christmas sonnet I had written this season entitled Christmas Magic. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed creating this particular poetic form and, consequently, wrote another sonnet a few days later. Of course, it hadn’t hurt that I had been semi following Robert Brewer’s November Poem A Day writing prompts and had the old poetry wheels oiled.

I thought since the holiday season ends tonight, I’d put the second of this year’s sonnets on the blog today. I’ve added the one from The Word Sharpeners, too. I hope you enjoy these sonnets.

Happy New Year, and keep writing in 2014. I know I plan to do so.

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photo by Catherine Castle

                      Christmas Magic © 2013

By Catherine Castle

What magic lies within the stable door?

Is it the lullaby so sweetly sung,

a song that lifts the heart and comforts souls,

sung from mother’s lips to swaddled newborn son?

Is it the shepherds or the lowing sheep

or hov’ring angels stippled in starlight

who keep a watchful vigil while he sleeps,

tucked in a bed of straw to rest the night?

Though magic lies within all of these things

we think about on every Christmas Eve,

true magic lies within the shadows crossed

upon his blessed head where thorns aggrieve

and in his hands where Jesus took the blame

to stay my soul and purify my name.

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photo by DRH

A Winter Sonnet .© 2013

By Catherine Castle

Whiteness lies ’round, thick and cold and silent,

save the howling winds that swirl pristine flakes

like twirling ballerina swans intent

on pirouettes ’round imaginary lakes.

Jack Frost has come to town, his hoary breath

blanketing earth and hearth and seas and trees

until snow lays aground like kudzo death,

smothering all within its path. No beast

or man dares break the whiteness while the storm

flies. All lie curled at fireside, snug beneath

grandma’s quilt, drink at hand, awaiting morn

when dawn dispels the dark and sunlight wreaths

day, casting diamonds down. A winter day’s

magical recompense for Jack Frost’s rage.