Christmas Dinner

A Poem.

I dreamt last night 
The needles of our tree 
Were scattered still about the hall
Where its corpse had clawed the walls.

When its time had come, 
We dumped it out front
With a tenner on its trunk 
For the boys in the club
To take it away.

Away to be chopped 
And sliced 
And ground up
Into tiny little pieces
Down at the council dropoff point. 

Where the festive stench of sap, 
Rising from their severed limbs
Could be savoured on the wind
By the walkers in the park. 

And by the watchers in the woods 
Where they dump their broken bodies 
For the earth to suck and swallow
With a side of ‘toe and holly. 

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A Small Update

This is my first post in quite a few weeks as the newsletter is currently on a hiatus while I prioritise family life. All is going great and I am even finding some time to put a few thoughts on paper. I am hoping to be full to the belly with words and writing come the end of winter. Time will tell.

I started this poem last Christmas in a moment of creativity when responding to a note by

Wei Tam

(I cannot find the note now.. It is lost to the depths of the internet, but I highly recommend

Flowers for the Void

for some engrossing poetry and writing). Thankfully I copied it into my notebook when I first wrote it and then built it up a little more before putting it aside. I finished it one night in the middle of summer - it turns out this is the best time to write a Christmas poem.

While I’ve been completely disconnected from Notes and Noises over the past month I knew I had this small, fun peice of writing in the bank and time was running out to send it out considering its festive theme. So I’ve grabbed a few moments to share it with you.

I sincerely hope you enjoy,

Happy New Year,
See you in the Spring,
Dave

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