Advent Calendar Poem #9: Paper Cuts


Full of paper cuts
and empty of tape
I’ve folded and creased
trees, elves and St. Nick
with baubles, reindeer and stars
patterns rarely matching
but working all the same
I can’t wait to see looks on
my loved ones faces
as all my work is undone
Merry Christmas, everyone.

Thanks for reading Paper Cuts. I hope you enjoyed it. I’d love to hear any thoughts.

Take It Easy,

Paul

Advent Calendar Poem #8: Gift Wrapped

It feels like a book
you say confidently
weighing the present in your hands
and when you unwrap
down the seam of the sticky tape
there’s joy in your face
reflected
in the framed photo staring back
you take pause
smiling in memory
and you pick up the next gift
obviously a Toblerone.

Thanks for taking the time to read my poem. I hope you enjoyed it.

Do you try to guess what’s under the paper?

Let me know in the comments.

Take It Easy,

Paul

Advent Calendar Poem #7: Snow Tunes

Snow is falling 
it’s cold enough to settle
at minus 1 on the mercury
but it doesn’t stop
the brass band on the corner
playing classic carols
for all to enjoy
I find myself singing along
to The Holly and The Ivy
and it feels like Christmas
in my soul.

Thanks for reading the poem for day 7 of the Advent Calendar of Poems.

What’s your favourite classic carol?

Let me know in the comments…

Paul

Advent Calendar Poem #6: That Time Of Year


Nostalgia enters on the chirrup of a wren
and the first cord of wham on the radio
it’s only a matter of time before the tree
goes up and grows baubles and lights
as smiles widen on our faces
we’ll go for a woodland walk
hand in hand, glove in glove
maybe pick up some pinecones
as a memento
then later under December’s full moon
sip our hot chocolates
sending warmth into the air.

Thanks for dropping in to read today’s poem. I hope the start of you week has gone well.

How does nostalgia for Christmas hit you?

Let me know in the comments…

Take It Easy

Paul

Advent Calendar Poem #5: The King Of Christmas Dinners

The turkey’s too large
or the ovens too small
What are we meant to do about it, Paul?

A midnight axe job will do the trick,
have no worries I’ll fix it quick!

So twenty minutes later
the bird is fully prepped
it’s easy to see the funny side
when a tin foil crown rests upon your head.

Thanks for stopping by for today’s poem. I thought I’d inject a little humour into the advent calendar. I hope you liked it!

Take It Easy,

Paul

Advent Calendar Poem #4: Woodland Wisdom

Holly berries gleam 
in the bewitching winter blue-light
ruby red and      alive 
held tightly in the arms  
of emerald flames burning    darkly  
all along        the hedgerow  
reminding passers-by  
to live with passion  
            and warmth.  

Thanks for stopping by to check out day 4 of the Advent Calendar of Poems I’m creating.

I hope you’re enjoying the weekend so far…

Take It Easy,

Paul

Advent Calendar Poem #3: Last Year’s Candles

Matchstick  struck 
smoulder  of smoke
 candle burning       brightly 
memories triggered by scents
of orange, cinnamon, pine
dance in rhythmic flame - 
and I lose myself 
         - willingly 
until the last wisp       of wax 
has burned away.

Thanks for reading day 3 of the advent calendar of poems. I hope your December is going well.

Let me know what you’re up to in the comments…

In the meantime, take it easy.

Paul

Advent Calendar Poem #2: Spectators

Marble clouds of mottled pearl and pewter
roll seamlessly across the sky
lost in the tilt 
of the turning world 
I am just one  
       - of the many spectators below 
still breathed and silent 
staring upwards 
wistful for a simpler times.

Thanks for reading ‘Spectators’. Inspiration came for this poem during a recent forest stay. We all revert back to watching the natural world, when the digital juggernaut of social media becomes overwhelming.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it.

Thanks for reading,

Paul

Advent Calendar Poem #1: Firebird II

Bare branches lay still 
frozen in the murk of the mist
a gloom of grey blankets the world
that even the luminescence of street lamps 
offer only obscurity 
and it seems that the day is destined 
to be lived in a monochromatic mire
        - until - 
a flicker on the horizon
soft-focused flame of white
fluttering on a breeze of its own making
white warms to the copper 
copper burns to crimson
the firebird has returned 
melting wintry melancholy
with its presence.

Welcome to day 1 of my Advent Calendar of poetry for 2022. I hope you enjoy the poems I’ll be sharing over the next 24 days.

Please let me know any thoughts or comments you may have below…

I hope you have a wonderful December.

Thanks for reading,

Paul

Natural Causes

From my window,
I can see a sycamore is dying, 
limp branches bereft of leaf and bud,
can’t hide the pallor of the trunk - 
                    a doomed fading grey, 
with sickly green blotches, 
as the lichen’s fate intertwines
with the withering tree.
Soon, wailing saws will end the pain, 
settling buried roots - 
	           to their final sleep.

Thanks for reading Natural Causes. Did the words resonate with you?

I have a few poems lined up to be released over the next few weeks, so keep your eyes peeled for those.

Take it Easy

Paul