! The Watchman Of Dark Christmas Night Comments

There is something reassuring about iambic pentameter - like the counterpoint of Bach - that takes the reader in an instant, into a poetic space. And as I read these beautiful words, I am lifted into that place where knowing and understanding are one. You pen the darkest hour 3.00am (I know it well) , a time of knotted stomach and edgy sleeplessness - a sick child, a lover's betrayal, a parent's final hours. And yet, the light is always there and your poem shares your truth with elegance and ease. 'The brazier glowing warm and bright; the silence full of grace.' Indeed. love, Allie xxxx

Fantastic Poem Michael! ! ! I have experienced many times the 'third hour after midnight' moving into the fourth and can relate wholly with the strange sublime movement of that hour. Thanks for sharing.

About as good as poetry gets. Wonderful piece of work. Ian