The first piece is a mirror poem, like Julia Copus's 'The Back Seat of My Mother's Car', this week's Poem of the Week (our 52nd).
Christmas Reflexive, by Fiona Boyd
today, just for a window width's glance
i felt Christmas again
that deep childhood feeling stirred
somewhere near my heart, where emotions live
as we drove past the church with its ringing bells
and the giggling children
i turned to my father
i was angry
not so much with him, as with anything
i tried not to cry
the whole way home.
the whole way home
i tried not to cry.
not so much with him, as with anything
i was angry.
i turned to my father
and the giggling children
as we drove past the church with its ringing bells
somewhere near my heart where emotions live
that deep childhood feeling stirred.
i felt Christmas again
today, just for a window width's glance
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