WINTER ' FOURTEEN
A POETRY EDITORIAL BY O ONAH V J OSLIN
O UTSIDE THE INN
by Ron. Lavalette
There would, of course, have to be a star
—as there always is— but
only a single star, luminous
beckoning above the merest shelter.
Around the meager dwelling,
its wattle daubed with ordinary
midnight, there would of course be
shepherds, nodding, and music of
sheep bells a softly ringing lullaby.
There would have to be an angel.
The sky, a clear intoxicant, would
open and the angel would sing
and the shepherds, keeping their sheep
would have to spread the word
and be certain.
Outside the Inn by Ron Lavalette, remains one of my favourite poems. We published it at Every
Day Poets, on Christmas Day 2008 and included it in our first anthology. I have read it every Christmas
The Linnet's Wings Poetry, Winter 2014