Poetry Sunday

Close your eyes, pucker up, and think of the one you want to kiss ...

Mistletoe

By Walter De La Mare

Sitting under the mistletoe

(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),

One last candle burning low,

All the sleepy dancers gone,

Just one candle burning on,

Shadows lurking everywhere:

Some one came, and kissed me there.

Tired I was; my head would go

Nodding under the mistletoe

(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),

No footsteps came, no voice, but only,

Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,

Stooped in the still and shadowy air

Lips unseen—and kissed me there.

Mistletoe has gone pretty much out of fashion in our current environment of concern about unwanted sexual advances, which is too bad ... filling out and signing the consent form and having it notarized first takes a lot of the fun and spontaneity out of the tradition.

Have a good day and enjoy the rest of your weekend. More thoughts coming.

Bilbo