Thursday, 26 December 2013

Christmas Poems - Day Three - Boxing Day

From Anna Maria Mickiewicz

Bells Ringing                                                                             

Creaking gently
Low breathing
Climbing spiral stairs
Pulling ropes
Cries peeling
Clangs and dings.
Pay attention,
Catching breath,
In the distance
Heavy thudding
Low voices
Hooves bashing
Whoosh and glee,
By the fireplace
Crunching, slurping
Laughter and rustling
Merry Christmas everyone.

(By Johanna Boal 6/12/13)

Susan Jane Sims


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

warmth, fairy lights, laughter
glitter-frost, a blue moon
and the promise of you.

Eileen Carney Hulme

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