Thursday, December 11, 2008

Poem of the Week: Christmas Past

The 41st Poem of the Week appeared yesterday anonymously, as part of the Everyday Writes project. It's actually by Transition Year pupil Olivia Plunket, and is a response to the idea of Christmas Past :-

A cold wind bites at my face.
The wind is cloaked with a white cloth,

with the morning light dancing across it.
The flashing lights glisten in people's eyes,

there is joy and love and hope,
there is laughter and singing.

But as soon as the day has gone,
the black fog flows down,
and we are blinded by the sense of absence,

And we wish, and wait
for that feeling again, of life,
that ecstasy, that wholeness.

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