Bio Note: A V-V member for 2-3 years, I enjoy reading work by V-V participants. A professor of English and Creative Writing for over 30 years at Lock Haven University of Pennsylvania, I write poetry, fiction, creative nonfiction, and children's literature and published my first poem in Campfire Girls Magazine at the age of 8. This spring, I will have published 19 collections. For more information, please see my website.
January 6, 2021 And so they rush the steps and bash the doors. With windows smashed, the winter light breaks in. Forgotten is the frankincense, the myrrh, the gold the wisemen brought. Instead, our kin or neighbors storm the halls. We recognize their faces, tense with hate. In different form they look a bit like us. Yet we surmise this mob that waves its flags, together swarms toward House or Senate, cannot live so near. We say hello on walks? They guard our homes? This is the hard epiphany we fear: the ones we loathe and love might be the same. And that bright star? We find the manger bare except for all our anger swaddled there.
First published in Christian Century
©2022 Marjorie Maddox
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