Do you remember when I wrote about my poems being worked into glass by a glassworks artist? The person who suggested my name was a poet herself, living and writing in Oxford - Dorothy sent me the poem below as a Christmas greeting. It's so lovely I know she won't mind me sharing it with all of you...
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Rolling a snowball
Yukikorogashi
Utagawa Kuniteru (c.1830-70)
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Snow rabbit
Why
always snow men?
Why
the A, the B, the C of snow?
Round
the corner
someone
is building an enormous rabbit,
funnelling
its ears,
poking
in twigs for whiskers,
and
clearing a patch
of grass in front of its nose.
Outside the King’s Arms
they’ve stacked up a snow giraffe,
and the lake in the park is full
of the dangerous whiteness of swans
beautifully sculpted on thin ice,
down to the last letter.
© Dorothy Mccarthy
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| Carl Larsson (1890-1919) |
In Singapore, my brother and sister are witnessing the falling in love of a new generation with the old magic of Christmas… snow in Singapore!!
Elaborate mangers…
And Santa too, no doubt, bursting in with his reindeers to a soundtrack of Walt Disney's Fantasia… I shall be contented this Christmas Day, imagining Rafi's excitement, and eat my Christmas cookies, baked by a loving friend, with gusto…
A SWEET MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU, AND YOU AND YOU!
3 comments:
Lovely poem. We build snow dogs, when there is snow enough!
And what a manger scene! Beautiful!
Wishing you the best...
Always when I see a crying motherless child, a homeless person, two elderly lovers, I wonder about how their eyes see things.
We humans are given the gift of much and few appreciate, but then their are those that do.
I like very much your perspective.
May you experience moments of calm and joy.
Gracias for sharing
I always am uplifted by your posts, Shaista. Rafi is adorable. Wishing you and your family a warm 2014 full of all good things.
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