The Pre-Winter Construct Cup

Christmas Wreath

For many long month’s
I have been packed away
In the darkness
My sprigs of winter evergreen
Have flattened
And my bows have been crushed
Down
By the green plastic lid.
My back aches
From being pushed
Flat against the bobbles
And bows, the candles
And the Advent wreath’s
Candle holder.
Months of being forgotten
Shoved back
Into the farthest corner
Of the basement
Under the stairs.
Now the lid cracks open
And I am lifted
Up
Held high
My springs fluffed
And pulled back into position
Then I am placed
As part of the welcoming party
On the front door
Where I shine my twigs and berries
At anyone who comes
To visit.

Lines = 31.


Day 4 ▶︎

Theme: Personification poem.
Pick one of the five items mentioned in yesterdays (green highlighted) poem and write from that object's point of view. Let it see and feel, have emotion. BE the object.
Words to use and Forbidden words: None this round; just make the object live and breathe; let it feel and be!
Other parameters: Rhyming or not, minimum 24 lines.
This one was due at noon and I forgot to check to see if it had been posted - not sure if I am supposed to be getting an email for it our not.

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