A storyteller am I I tell many stories of poetry I do not take a penny Every line I write Is worth more than money

Fortunes untold A brave new world unfolds The same rain still falls The wonderful flowers still grow The sky is still blue

2022, we had such high hopes for you Reality put a sledgehammer all the way Slicing brutality through

It must be Christmas American Christmas movies on TV These American movies are so cheesy They are sparkly and bright

As I walk through The valley of psychedelic toadstools Like Little Red Hood As I walk through this daunting wood Thank goodness No wolf

Ready steady go! Only days away from Crimbo The Elves race to tie those last minute ribbons and bows

A picture of Christmas past But not the very last A vintage postcard Rudolph, Santa Claus’ guide Through the drifting snow

The race to see clearly As we visit the Opticians yearly Blinded by the light Can you see the little light dot? Up Down Side to side

As I contemplate An alien floating in outer space As he meditates He naturally elevates As he takes his Buddha stance

Does the world stand still? The frost and fog overkill Falls like a dark silhouetted shadow Brings gloom and doom Only light relief

The Naughty Elves were having too much fun On the toy production line The Elves had drank far too much Mulled Wine

Beet my booming heart Our sweet love blossomed at the start I held you close My sweet smelling rose Our love continued to grow

A silver modest cross Embraced by a slender chain of rosary beads Offering comfort in times of need A white crisp natural rose

History repeating itself I look at the ticking clock on the shelf My mind ticks in time, as the clock chimes

Let’s tick every box Dot every full stop Writing a Xmas card Throw away the boring key Quite literally Christmas frenzy

Please take a bow Courtesy to the sky Fluttering wings

Mr Steampunk Cat Where did you get that stripy hat? You live in a Victorian parallel world You have unknown gadgets and gizmos

An angel inked to perfection She holds herself with such grace As she prays In her own mind space On comforting clouds

Reflections in a serene river Catching the clouds in a water mirror Capturing the now rippling sky A fringe of tall green trees

In a time before the mobile phone When everyone said ‘hello’ in the local community Where the elderly ladies would take a seat