–this video gets me in the mood for Christmas.
Merry Christmas Everybody!
Tag Archives: Christmas
Robin in the fig tree
What are the words?
Bright, cheery red, bob-bob-bobbing?
My Robin has read Ted Hughes
He pulls worms fighting from the stiff soil
Terrorises chickens, birds a hundred times his size
Fights to the death for territory
He is now lurking in our small unproductive Fig tree
That leans awkwardly out of a fake ceramic tub
The pigeons by the pond look uneasy
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
re-blogged from 2016…… a sort of Christmassy poem……
Autumnal slide
Autumn leaves colour lawns orange
Litter roads red
The long slide into the cold begins
Advent madness beckons
Like a siren
Calling us onto the rocks
Of family festivities, hidden lonelinesses, retail greed and envy
Soon rooftops will grow neon reindeer
Tinsel will be worn around necks at office parties
All too soon
It will be Christmas
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Mount Blanc
Her great mass
Tears the clouds, pierces the sky
Pulls at the high blues
Stealing it for her glaciers
Pale blue crumples rivering down
Grinding the mountain smaller
Carving, blunting, sharpening
Yet huge snowfields capture the suns glint
Outshining the glaciers blue claws
To crown her majesty
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Ice and snow for Christmas…… ….. I hope your festivities are all you want them to be.
Autumnal Slide
Autumn leaves colour lawns orange
Litter roads red
The long slide into the cold begins
Advent madness beckons
Like a siren
Calling us onto the rocks
Of family festivities, hidden lonelinesses, retail greed and envy
Soon rooftops will grow neon reindeer
Tinsel will be worn around necks at office parties
All too soon
It will be Christmas
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
I’m in Amsterdam this week, and so have left you this poem which rather captures my feeling about the next few months I’m afraid!
Amsterdam
Amsterdam
Cold light glimmers from the canal
Scatters in leaded bar windows
Breath condenses
Laughter spills over
Waiting out the old year
In Amsterdam….
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Robin in the fig tree
Robin in the fig tree
What are the words?
Bright, cheery red, bob-bob-bobbing?
My Robin has read Ted Hughes
He pulls worms fighting from the stiff soil
Terrorises chickens, birds a hundred times his size
Fights to the death for territory
He is now lurking in our small unproductive Fig tree
That leans awkwardly out of a fake ceramic tub
The pigeons by the pond look uneasy
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
The Cheesesellers Wife 