After
a month of
waiting, and a week
staring out the window
the village tree is lit,
lights wound and wound
like toilet rolls for flooded noses.
Now Christmas is here the nights grow
long as laminate (a DIY Christmas joke there)
and though robin’s rocked, Santa’s
still to come, on his tractor first,
then later
with the
goods.
The wonder of Christmas?
The turning of their years,
Their stalking of time.
a month of
waiting, and a week
staring out the window
the village tree is lit,
lights wound and wound
like toilet rolls for flooded noses.
Now Christmas is here the nights grow
long as laminate (a DIY Christmas joke there)
and though robin’s rocked, Santa’s
still to come, on his tractor first,
then later
with the
goods.
The wonder of Christmas?
The turning of their years,
Their stalking of time.
8 comments:
Is that a shape poem? Looks a bit like a tree sideways!
I love the image of the "wound lights". :)
Looks like half a tree to me. However you spend your holiday time, I hope you're surrounded by love.
my incompetence. It's tree shaped when I press publish but when it's published, it's half a tree!
Never mind half a tree is better than none
No, it's not you. It's blogger. {Bless it's heart....which is southern for "It's stupid, but hey, we love it anyway}.
Can't tell you how many times I have something looking "perfect" until I hit publish. Ah well, keeps us on our toes.
Merry Christmas to you and yours!
hurrah! The tree is up!
Ha well done, now I know what the bit at the bottom is, I was looking it at the wrong way!
Ta Da! Not quite as impressive as the Rockin' Robins, however. I particularly liked the masks of malevolence.
Wow! Pretty AND shiny. :)
Have a wonderful Christmas with your equally wonderful family, my friend.
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