Out of the darkness
comes moonlight and reflection
time to care and share
My train to Pulborough to meet up with Mandy Pannet and other wonderful poets was cancelled at the last minute. In my haste I got on a Santa Special!
Luckily managed to change at Three Bridges by which time dozens of excited children had been singing ”Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer!’ As I got off a tiny Santa helper gave me a packet of love hearts! Yay!
Snow falls like flakes of memory
tucked under a warm blanket
cheeks pinched with cold
the window a filigree frost
rough sawn logs stacked in the grate
a comforting casserole in the oven
the smell of honeyed baked apples
stuffed with raisins
‘Gales in the Hebrides, snow expected
to continue in the Highlands’
Mr Crick the newsagent hanging a single
dusty paper chain in his window
Busy sparrows in a flurry of snow
spinning on the bird feeder
Mrs Kettle in her cottage with her goat
and cat huddle together to keep warm
The letter ‘We are sorry your great
aunt died two months ago.
We are sure she would
have liked your letter returned herein.’
Another old favourite has to be Allsorts.
Everyone helped on Christmas eve, the children in the living room
trusted to make neat crosses on sprouts bottoms,
peel potatoes and prod the hot chestnuts
We’d laugh at my mother’s story of corn beef roast during the war.
Now a few years on it was a roast chicken killed by Grandma
out in the garden and hung in the scullery for two days
Grandpa staggered up the hill from the underground at eight
with apples, pears and nuts from our greengrocers in Goodge Street,
gifts from fellow shop keepers, glace fruits being our absolute favourite
Grandmother insisted all through the war there would be no unofficial dealings
her Methodist beliefs could not sanction anything dishonourable.
“Pity”, said Uncle Jack in later years, “we could have had butter, eggs, all sorts.”