Light on Baildon Moor by Kath Wharton
Christmas passed like a ghost,
snow bones sidled
on moor’s open road.
Carols echo – choir to a cross,
red berry baubles
warm winter’s cold stare.
Evergreens whisper a prayer
on the skyline,
submerged in a Silent Night.
Lost voice in a dream,
mist surfs in air –
a first breath crept in
through stars open window.
Silhouettes following white light.
He passed like a ghost.
or Gillian’s comic take with a spiritual serious note in the last line.
Christmas Eve by Gillian Wright
“Christmas Eve! I’m done with shopping,”
Congested traffic, people pushing,
The list gets smaller, but I’m still worrying.
Father Christmas, the children wanting.
Eligible male cousin who owns a salon,
Reached his apex at just twenty-one.
Designer label on a shirt made of chiffon.
Better than last year when I bought him a baton!
So no more ugly trips will I be making,
Instead the call of church bells ringing.
Listening to the choirs singing,
I wonder though when Christ went missing?
Bingley Poetess Kate’s humorous take on a salon trip with a difference:-
An ugly mop hung from
the apex of his crown.
Congestion of matted silky strands
lurked behind his ears
around his neck
down his shoulders
and who knows elsewhere.
A worried look seeped into
sad brown eyes
as dexterous digits removed
the collar with the label.
Warm water penetrated
dripped brown onto
the white slab
as gentle hands massaged.
Steel combs tufted
prickly brushes smoothed
shiny scissors snipped
clipped and coiffured.
All done now Deefa.
Quite eligible for Crufts!
Katharine Nicholas Dec 2018
THE DUNG TWIG by Hannah Silcock
light and water,
shower of truths,
there she sits,
of a stolen
by Carrie Canning
Dark myth of toxic wolf sap
Hidden deep in sullied bracts
Ding Dong merrily your high
Rich mocking those who vilify
Black as pitch, pretty blood red star
Legend belies what you really are
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