Hindsight

Christmas Eve

In the wood

All damp

And dankest yet

I tumble flashing

Knife in hand

In search of ivy

Note small  " i "

To deck the hall.

I think on self

Impaled and stuck

Falling palling

Decked upon a

Catafalque of leaves withal.

Admonitioned from the rear

With eyes on the horizon

To watch ones feet

And not to go in deep,

Her hindsight my behind

Up ended, brought up short.

In what thickets of one’s life

Does one not heed the warnings of a wife?

While I forge forward without fear

She shakes her head while safely in the rear.

JL Boxing Day 2011 11:55