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.
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.
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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.
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.
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
to live with passion
Thanks for stopping by to check out day 4 of the Advent Calendar of Poems I’m creating.
smoulder of smoke
candle burning brightly
memories triggered by scents
of orange, cinnamon, pine
dance in rhythmic flame -
and I lose myself
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.
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
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.
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.
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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.