Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Tuesday December 21, Big Tent Poetry

Prompt: Wordles, December 20

Christmas Morning
I attempt to stay balanced,
Although, with the slightest breeze,
I could topple off my perch,
At any time,
I am swift to bring my attention,
To your aid,
Just as I ask for yours'.

In the basement,
We play and
Sing until we are hoarse,
We immerse ourselves,
In old traditions
Wrap gifts in handmade paper,
Tie them with a bow.
A fire engine for Bobby,
Knives, ropes and a gun for Sue,
She'll give her Annie Oakley performance.

We would be disloyal,
If we did indeed,
Forget to vanish,
Disappear at the witching hour
Only to squeeze into place,
When we are again called,
Christmas morning is a zoo.

Preparing for a holiday celebration is always a busy time. But Christmas seems the worst of all.


SandyCarlson said...

I like this narrative poem very much, my friend. Just wonderful. You have me thinking of all those secret, magical times in the basement preparing for the big day!

julian said...

If is after reading writing such as your Christmas poem that I sympathise with the childless and those alone. It might be a zoo, but it is so nice to watch the little 'animals'. Merry Christmas Annell!

http://staffordray.blogspot.com said...

In case you are confused Annell, 'julian' is not me. I do not know what has happened so will check. Stafford.

gautami tripathy said...

We have similar Diwali traditions...

dead woman and her wants

Laurie Kolp said...

I really like the second stanza and the last line.

Deb said...

Annell, so nice to read. Like the unsentimental appeal.

flaubert said...

Annell, anyone having children could understand this. I enjoyed this.

Tumblewords: said...

Well tuned piece! Totally honest.