Wednesday, June 08, 2016

Christmas lights

At first, you were
Christmas lights. You shone
brightly in the distance, tempting,
luring me closer, promising
happiness, excitement,
joy you failed to deliver.

In reflection, you were
red and blue. You shone
brightly in my rearview mirror, blinding,
chasing me down:
you pulled me over,
took away my freedom.

Now, you are
darkness. You seep
through my being, paralysing,
smothering from within, poisoning
my spirit;

long gone, still you darken my days,
haunt my dreams.

About this piece

In December last year, I took a photo of the Brisbane River with the lights from the Story Bridge playing on the water. It reminded me of police lights, and that prompted this poem. First published on

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