I had a great couple of hours today at the Poetry Jam in Marsden, part of the Jazz Festival. It was completely packed, and there was lots of excellent poetry, in a wide range of different styles, all expertly compered by the indefatigable Julian Jordon from Write Out Loud (pictured – sorry about the poor quality). Here’s one of the two poems I read:
Christmas Card Friends
Do my words hang in corners
by snow-covered trees
and the unremarked faces of angels?
Do you look for my messages,
old secrets gift-wrapped in rhyme?
I choose pictures with meanings
and couplets that recast the spell.
I send you magic:
you send me ‘Joyeux Noel’.
I share the same greeting
with old friends from school
whom you pass in the street without knowing
yet my lips touch the rubber-stamped
crosses that never touched yours.
Long ago, we were lovers;
for me, even old love transcends
the dead sheets of paper
that pass between Christmas card friends.
Reblogged this on Crooked Cats' Cradle and commented:
A poem from CC author Tim (T E ) Taylor
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