The Wicked Fairy at the Manger

During Christmas, I got one present for myself: U.A. Fanthorpe’s Christmas Poems.  Fanthorpe is a poet, and every year she writes a poem to send out with her Christmas card.  This book is a collection of her annual poems to date.  I picked up the book after a friend read me a couple from her copy.  And one of them seemed very appropriate for today, the Feast of the Holy Innocents.

 

The Wicked Fairy at the Manger

 

My gift for the child:

 

No wife, kids, home;

No money sense.  Unemployable.

Friends, yes.  But the wrong sort –

The workshy, women, wogs,

Petty infringers of the law, persons

With notifiable diseases,

Poll tax collectors, tarts;

The bottom rung.

                            His end?

I think we’ll make it

Public, prolonged, painful.

 

Right, said the baby.  That was roughly

What we had in mind.

 

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About Leah Libresco

Leah Anthony Libresco graduated from Yale in 2011. She works as a statistician for a school in Washington D.C. by day, and by night writes for Patheos about theology, philosophy, and math at www.patheos.com/blogs/unequallyyoked. She was received into the Catholic Church in November 2012."


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