You are glad tidings ...
The tree,
triangular, awkward,
could be humiliated
covered in gaudy chic and cute dangling
from every tip, but it stands stoic
unreadable, listing slightly
towards the door. The room
has rearranged itself grudgingly
guests will have to squeeze
together pinned by sofa chair and hearth
and photo albums full of
Christmas past and baskets
full of Christmas books. The air
is dense with snow wet dog,
red candle, and the hot paraffin paper
of a three-hour log. Every surface is stacked
piled high covered by some kind of holiday
clutter. The secret is to not lie flat.
Or if you're caught unaware during a fireside nap
or in the middle of a rum 'n' nog, get up.
Give a great shake. You are a bear in the leaves.
You are coloured lights under a poof of snow. You are a child
leaping out from beneath your feathery quilt. You are glad
tidings, rising up from the fields
and over
the land.
December 2004
triangular, awkward,
could be humiliated
covered in gaudy chic and cute dangling
from every tip, but it stands stoic
unreadable, listing slightly
towards the door. The room
has rearranged itself grudgingly
guests will have to squeeze
together pinned by sofa chair and hearth
and photo albums full of
Christmas past and baskets
full of Christmas books. The air
is dense with snow wet dog,
red candle, and the hot paraffin paper
of a three-hour log. Every surface is stacked
piled high covered by some kind of holiday
clutter. The secret is to not lie flat.
Or if you're caught unaware during a fireside nap
or in the middle of a rum 'n' nog, get up.
Give a great shake. You are a bear in the leaves.
You are coloured lights under a poof of snow. You are a child
leaping out from beneath your feathery quilt. You are glad
tidings, rising up from the fields
and over
the land.
December 2004
posted by Squamish Writers Group at 11:25 PM
4 Comments:
I feel like I'm right there, Jude. Thanks. I won't write such a poem about my apartment: it would be too mundane, pulling people even further into seasonal affective disorder...
goodness Jude, this is so strange! I clicked the address line on my computer and got your blog. I was obviously meant to get in touch. It's still Christmas for your isn't it? Hope it has been a happy one? Remember me from the writing group? As I said, Strange... Frances
Merry Christmas Bob, good luck with that SAD!
Hi Frances! That is strange but nice to 'see' you again. Are you still involved in that writing group? How is it going? I envy you your weather, lots of rain and cold up this waya.
Anyhooo, Happy Holidays and A great New Year too
cheers, Jude
Yes, still hanging in there, there a quite a few of the ones you will remember. Don't envy our weather. It is hot, hot, hot, and dry. Send us a bit of snow - please? Does your daughter have a blog? Frances.
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