New Year with Rebecca

By Robert Ilson

Up here New Years start bad:

They’re dark and cold

The young feel old

The old may well feel sad.

 

What’s needed is a goal

That can inspire

Us to aspire

To journey to some whole

 

Greater than any part.

May I suggest

That what is best

In stormy weather’s art,

 

Through which you can see suns,

Beasts and faces,

Patterns, places,

Both real and dreamt-of ones.

 

No, art’s not just delight

But when tragic

By strange magic

It helps you bear the night.

 

So, wintry passer-by,                                                                              

You’re nearly there.

Come in: our rare                        

Art-works deserve your eye !