Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #172
Blue Lights
by Belinda Roddie
Blue lights were strewn across the birch trees that
sat in Dad's front yard, while red dripped from bush
after bush, artificial against green.
We stopped by to have drinks with our old man,
who had freshly retired, improving his
golf swing, and finding a new zeal in sports,
cuisine, and politics. I was impressed
that he had taken time to decorate
at all this year. When I commented on
that, he smiled and said, "the new girlfriend told
me that I should." My brother nearly dropped
his glass. "New girlfriend?" "Yes," our dad answered.
"She's coming to meet you this Christmas Day,
so be nice to her and do as I say."
by Belinda Roddie
Blue lights were strewn across the birch trees that
sat in Dad's front yard, while red dripped from bush
after bush, artificial against green.
We stopped by to have drinks with our old man,
who had freshly retired, improving his
golf swing, and finding a new zeal in sports,
cuisine, and politics. I was impressed
that he had taken time to decorate
at all this year. When I commented on
that, he smiled and said, "the new girlfriend told
me that I should." My brother nearly dropped
his glass. "New girlfriend?" "Yes," our dad answered.
"She's coming to meet you this Christmas Day,
so be nice to her and do as I say."
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