With a boom, bang bang, boom;
The Old Year’s gone away;
To nothingness and night i pace
Myself to sleep; to dream, to wander,
For here is where freedom lies;
My fairies, my guardian angels,
My elders all gone before me meet.
To dance, to win battles, to feast,
To question and to promise.
And in this space,
Without the celebratory noise
Trying to mark time into sections -
For really, time only continues -
It is the awakening, leaving the dream,
That cuts through space and time.
Helplessness of tying together time and realms -
Maybe that is why
We created clocks and calendars
© gillena cox 2025
BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH
MTB: New and Old in a Palinode The Old Year’s gone away/ To nothingness and night “: John Clare “ The Old Year
I included in my palinode
