Thursday, 21 October 2010

Quiet Christmas

We had a very quiet Christmas
I lost my voice on Christmas Eve
I looked for it in my cup of coffee
but it wasn't there to be found
I sifted the dust from under the bed
It was not there
I accused the Northeast wind
but it did not blow off course
I searched the sheep on the high moors
It wasn't to be seen

I heard the rattle of reindeer-feet
around the chimney-pots
The Christmas Tree Fairy coughed at me
and I found my voice
hanging on the seventh branch
between a robin and a plastic Santa.

Composed: Ashton under Lyne, 26th December 1980


1990 Never Bury Poetry (UK)
1994 Boggers All (UK)
1998 LIMBO TIME (Hyde, New Hope International)

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