The Coming of the Magi

[Aish]

Oh mother, where’s your little girl now?
golden brown beneath an incandescent
sun, shiver swung from electric noose as God 'sun, shiver swung' is beautifully alliterative, and 'electric noose' gave me a little thrill when I read it.
laughs like the terrier next door, ratcatcher yelps
and hard biscuit yawns.

Christmas carries sex upon its breath, sackfuls of 'Christmas carries sex upon its breath' ok, aside from the pagan origins and ritualistic overtones this carries, when taken alongside the first strophe I am really getting the feeling of drug induced self deprecating debauchery here.
naughty whisper ice is nicest when it’s 'naughty whisper ice is nicest when it’s free.' How many spirals of destruction are we staring down? breath/whisper/naughty/nice/ice - you really have outdone yourself with the juxtapositions and intimations.
free. Note the catch and kiss of missed and may
be shush, there’s good, let’s spoon it up.

Mother waits with empty boxes
every year, Pandora’s treasure passing by on ragged Here again you have woven Pandora's box with gifts, the veritable yin and yang of broken mythology and the dirty underbelly of a broken human psyche.
wings -- those she wore that day when promise
wandered westward, folio in hand. Now the tree 'when promise wandered westward' - tied in again with a barren image that is also 'bare' i.e. not only denuded but also bluntly impoverished.
stands bare, shedding needles on the floor.

Can you hear the bells? All is well. Tangible physical element, the exterior is bright and pretty for all to see.
Celebrate. The world rejoices in glorious rebuke. Fave line - juicy and trenchant.
What is one star, when a galaxy is alight? This smacks of duality for me.

Leanne, this is quite a well crafted shard of brokenness. You have made me uncomfortable and happy all at once, you brilliant minx!