I would like to acknowledge Christopher Fernie's poem "Simple song in four parts" as providing much of the impetus for me to try to write my own Nativity poem in two-beat lines.

The inn is shut

The inn is shut:

What cave or hut

Will shield the pair

From this cold air?


Love will provide

A stable crude;

Calm feeding beasts

Will be their hosts.


The carpenter

Forsakes his ire;

His burdened wife

Accepts relief


In this warm den,

With stall and pen

For ox and lamb,

For sire and dam.


On this rank earth,

She will give birth:

Her child unharmed,

By sheep's breath warmed.


In the deep still,

In the sharp chill,

Angels announce



To country folk

Guarding their flock,

To physicists

Who will bring gifts.


The sight astounds:

His mother's hands

In a trough has placed

The infant Christ.


Sore knees bend low

To the matted straw;

Rough hands caress

His tenderness.

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Written on 2020-12-25 at 03:23

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Lovely, Thomas. Simply lovely. Merry Christ’s Mass