alack and alas, christmas is past
and the yule tree still up? it’s nearly
epiphany! to (let it) be or not to be
is the overly-decorated question?!
(gaze on yon three mrs. butterworth
glass sages, trussed in bold felt and
trimmed with glittery pipe cleaners)
yet forsooth, i know in truth that
all that glistens is not (fool’s) gold;
come now forthwith, be great in act
and i shalt de-decorate manor thus!
oh boxes, boxes, wherefore art thou?
Written in response to Jane Kenyon’s “Taking Down the Tree” and Megan Willome’s “De-decorating and Hamlet”.
a poem in my pocket 