Hitching a Lift on TFE's Poetry Sleigh
I've awkwardly flung myself onto
TFE's Santa poetry sleigh (thanks for flagging him down, TFE). Luckily, Santa is a nifty driver, otherwise I would have been flattened...try as I might, this is all I could come up with. (If anyone else fancies a go, it's all here at TFE's...go on you know you want to, you've got till Christmas Eve, still time! ; ))
Happy Festive Season everyone. ; )
A Not-So Christmas Poem
What happens when you sit to write a christmas poem and one won't come?
What happens when thoughts of mulled wine and redemption and the colour
red and even Mrs Claus all want a look in and you are too glad for any such
look-ins that you stick them into your christmas poem. Then you read it over
and you immediately want them out. Only how do you go back on your word?
You don't. You keep going. You leave them in the poem. As the poem moves
on maybe they will move out and you can have the christmas poem you really
want but don't yet know. Then Santa clamours for a piece of your poem. He
moves his sack in. He hurls the sleigh into the main part of the poem. The part
you were keeping for the important message of your christmas poem. Before
long the reindeers are striding long-leggedly onto the edges of your poem
looking for a tiny piece of the action of your christmas poem that in your
estimation has not yet started. At this stage you want out of the christmas
poem that you haven't yet started. You had not bargained for a no-exit claus
(e). You might have known. You wonder how to make the best of being in
a christmas poem that acts as if it is your christmas poem. You bring your
husband in. He starts calling the upside down quarter moon an arabic moon.
You like that.You settle into your christmas poem. The arabic moon makes you
think of Aladdin and his genie. Aladdin makes you think of a red hard-back
story book you once got for christmas. Inside you find The Snow Queen and
Puss in Boots. Now you are skating on ice. Then you are inside your christmas
poem. The arabic moon moves behind the chimney pot. Santa steadies his feet.
(Photos: Christmas 07)
posted by Liz at 10:31 pm
9 Comments:
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That's really lovely Liz, careful stream of consciousness. Very evocative. Love the moon too. (Never liked Mrs Claus though myself)
Really like the risky, "improvising on the hoof" feel to this.
A Christmas poe about not being able towrite a Christmas poe? Deadly!I like that all the Christmas characters are in and out like Lanigan's Ball.This bit made me snortle...
'Before
long the reindeers are striding long-leggedly onto the edges of your poem
looking for a tiny piece of the action of your christmas poem that in your
estimation has not yet started. At this stage you want out of the christmas
poem that you haven't yet started. You had not bargained for a no-exit claus
(e). You might have known. You wonder how to make the best of being in
a christmas poem that acts as if it is your christmas poem.'
And as a bit of synchronis it city, we were driving back from the little smoke (Dublin)as we always do around this time of year and the moon is always that shape above the beautiful bare trees and posh houses and I was waxing all poetical in me head and trying to think how to describe that moon (sickle was my best)But arabic it is!Well done hubby of Liz!
This was an absolute knockout! My favorite of all the Go-Kart poems by a country mile!
Very nice Liz, you are so kind to all the characters, tolerating their intrusions like that. Lovely poem
Hi everyone,
Thanks for the comments, it's lovely being tucked-up in the Santa Poetry Sleigh with all of you. ;)
Can't wait to land at the castle with all these poems and christmas cheer in tow! ; )
Frabjous poem! I love how everybody moves in on it. Piling up. That's the spirit!
like the no exit claus!
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