On Boxing Day (Poetry)
28th December 2014
Mid-afternoon and dull with darkness looming
the drizzle becomes steady — dampens down
whatever spirit lingers in the town
the wet streets sparsely peopled for the shops
are largely closed. A sense of anti-climax clings —
haunts the unlit buildings ...
A nearby bin spills litter — a mix of discarded wrappers
plus a Christmas card lying in a puddle
its greeting soaking up the rain. Denied a place
on someone’s warm dry mantelpiece —
rejected so unkindly. No show of remorse.
This interpretation of the clues could be quite wrong
of course —
an admirer scorned
a friendship broken or betrayed
one last attempt to patch a failed relationship
thinking Christmas magic might mend all ...
The message drowned. It lay there looking sad
hope sodden as the cheerful words are washed away
on a dreary disillusioned Boxing Day.
the drizzle becomes steady — dampens down
whatever spirit lingers in the town
the wet streets sparsely peopled for the shops
are largely closed. A sense of anti-climax clings —
haunts the unlit buildings ...
A nearby bin spills litter — a mix of discarded wrappers
plus a Christmas card lying in a puddle
its greeting soaking up the rain. Denied a place
on someone’s warm dry mantelpiece —
rejected so unkindly. No show of remorse.
This interpretation of the clues could be quite wrong
of course —
an admirer scorned
a friendship broken or betrayed
one last attempt to patch a failed relationship
thinking Christmas magic might mend all ...
The message drowned. It lay there looking sad
hope sodden as the cheerful words are washed away
on a dreary disillusioned Boxing Day.