Friday, 24 December 2010

Funeral on the 23rd of December.

Funeral on the 23rd of December.

The hard ground
and the soft snow
cracked and caressed the shuffling feet
Whilst this winter chilled us all above and below.
A few heavy laden folk turn up too slowly
With the noise of xmas disrespectfully ringing in their ears.
What a day for dust.
And ash.
And snow.
A day negated by eve,
lived only through some hurried stuff and nae work.
The bells and the holly aren’t even for him,
But for a cross Pinnochio, who,
on occasion,
condescends to this place.
With this man,
I lie white cold,
Like a thoughtless gift in a decorative box.


  1. Well written poem. So sad to have a funeral so close to Christmas.

  2. Sad poem.

    Makes me think of a story in the news, a woman was missing and her body was found by people walking their dog christmas day, so so sad.

  3. Hey guys. Thanks for reading my stuff. I think you're both right; tragedy at christmas time is veneered with an extra layer of melancholy and sadness - which is one thing i was trying to convey in my poem.

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