Scratchy hay tickles your toes
My blue woolen mantle, your warm protection for now
The texture of your life doesn’t yet know the sting of the whip or the rough hewn cross.
Rough wood cradles your newborn form
Gossamer starshine sprinkles your face
Scratchy hay tickles your toes
The slippery lowing of cattle slides in your ear
Your soft essence belies your strength
My blue woolen mantle, your warm protection for now
Your velvet touch sets my heart ablaze
Yet my goose bumped flesh shivers sadness within that love
The texture of your life doesn’t yet know the sting of the whip or the rough hewn cross.
This cascade poem was written for Patrick’s Pic and a Word Challenge #166 – Texture. I used the lyrics from the Christmas song, “Away in a Manger” to compose this cascade poem. It’s one of my favorite songs for this season.
Wishing all those who celebrate a Merry Christmas!
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