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| From Anna Maria Mickiewicz |
Bells Ringing
Listen,
Creaking gently
Low breathing
Climbing spiral stairs
Pulling ropes
Cries peeling
Clangs and dings.
Pay attention,
Catching breath,
In the distance
Low voices
Hooves bashing
Whoosh and glee,
By the fireplace
Crunching, slurping
Laughter and rustling
Merry Christmas everyone.
(By Johanna Boal 6/12/13)
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| Susan Jane Sims |
Homecoming
December dressed
at the Blue Angel Café
under scarves and jumpers
the long slow heartbeat
of winter
ghost-lips linger
on cappuccino cups
as gloved-fingers
come back to life
inside
warmth, fairy lights, laughter
outside
glitter-frost, a blue moon
and the promise of you.
Eileen Carney Hulme
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