Saturday, 4 December 2010

Christmas Poem 2009

Crisp air outside curls tendrils of frosty breath in the window, adding to the feeling of warmth for those inside.
The vibrant reds and greens and silvery sheens on the tree accentuate rosy cheeks and lips sipping on spiced wine.
A smile, a laugh, sugary grins; animated faces sharing happiness, giving space for freedom of emotion.
Charred parsnip tips, soft carrots, crispy potatoes and tender meat, dripping in warm, salty gravy. A feast for the eyes, nose and, yes, mouth. No sound but the gentle murmur of quiet enjoyment before the first mouthful is washed down with red wine and a sigh.
Lights, bright, heating on full. Dark outside.
Sitting on the sofa, crumpled wrapping paper. Cards, card games and music. Winning, losing, cheating (but not too much). Sherry, leftovers and bed.

As you lie awake, you reminisce. Thinking of family, and friends, and neighbours. Thinking of today, and yesterday, and the past year. You smile and fall asleep. Don't worry about tomorrow, because today it's Christmas.

- Oliver Clare, 2009

I Am Snowflake

I pop into existence with a sigh.
My once rounded edges feather into finely woven, delicate designs.
I drift.  I softly slip away from my home in the sky;
The cold air gives me life - I am free! I glide, I dance, I tumble with playful joy.

The wind is my carriage.
I take the helter-skelter ride down towards my destiny.
What lies below, in the lighted streets and glowing homes?
Will there be a chance to play?  Dipping now, I jump, I twist, I turn towards a house

I settle on the drive.
I'm in plain sight for all to see! I look around, expectantly.
There's no-one here... and then I hear the screams...
Turning now, I see the salt - I giant ball of death looms above me

This was no welcome home,
No playful, joyful land where fun is had by all for all to see!
The books were wrong!  I must return to warn my family!
But as my thoughts turn to saviour and revenge, I feel ... warmth...

This isn't so bad.
As my unique crystal artwork starts to soften,
I gently slip into my former rounded shape - my entire body turns into a tear.
But I'd wink, if I had eyes.  They say revenge is best served cold...

... and I've heard rumours about ice!