Christmas tree
Silvered with rain
my window frames
the cherry tree
its last leaves
like yellowed teeth
in an old mouth
as birds flock off south
days dissolve to night
and life’s lit by electric lights
but somewhere
its needles sharp and bright
an evergreen grows for me
my cheery Christmas tree.
Published by the small press including Obsessed With Pipework, Orbis and South Bank Poetry and webzine Ink, Sweat & Tears. Nominated for the Pushcart Prize. Joan has read her work at pubs, galleries, the Conway Hall and literary festivals. She is one of a triangle of poets – the Rye Poets – who regularly perform in south London and beyond. She is a member of the Southwark Stanza, affiliated to the Poetry Society.
@stjoanofpeckham
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