Like the pilgrim divests himself of worldly goods,
the garden’s stripped back to a skeleton,
only the vertebrae of paths holds its truest form
even as trees keep blossom close, buds aching,
it’s still the cutting back that matters most,
while through it all the river’s artery rolls,
a trust in what lies beneath, snowdrops
rising like lanterns.
Sarah Salway’s first collection, You Do Not Need Another Self-Help Book was published by Pindrop in March 2013. Her poetry has been published widely including the Financial Times, The Virago Book of the Joy of Shopping, Poetry London and Pen International. She is the author of three novels and teaches creative writing for the University of Kent. www.sarahsalway.net
Artwork: Michael Ewart
Bell by light by bauble by angel –
like boughs harried by wind –
the decorations come down.
Schools spill new outfits
onto the streets. But in our house
we take the NASA-like image
from the fridge, re-pack Babygrows
and dismantle the cot.
When the decorations come down,
we carry on like before
but with missing pieces.
grew up in Kent but now lives beside the River Lea in Hertfordshire and is a member of Ver Poets. She has been published in a number of magazines, was runner-up in the 2011 Essex Poetry Festival and won the Ver Poets Ten Liner competition in 2012. She completed an Open University degree in 2011 and since then has taught Creative Writing at a mental health charity. Her first poetry collection Mango Tree
was published by Indigo Dreams Publishing in May 2013.
Artwork: Austen Moseley
21st Century Christmas – the Tree
Setting out to buy a Christmas tree
on Christmas Eve the shops sold out.
No trees in markets, stalls had gone
there wasn’t even one at all?
We trekked to forest but no luck
only black branches greeted us,
no conifers rose clothed in green
where would we get a Christmas tree?
Too late to get a feigned tall fir
online, too late for Amazon
no drone to drop outside the door
desired decorated tree –
they still rely on carriers.
How can we follow Albert’s dictum
find traditional tree, fill the picture
of festive family grouped around
a fancy spruce or pristine pine.
In 1850 it was perfectly possible
to buy a tree on Christmas Eve
or as told in “A Christmas Carol”
that day a goose for family feast
but what the Dickens its 2013
they’re ordered online in November
celebrated Black Friday bargains
so on Christmas eve we’ll have to settle
for Christmas tree as a 3.D printout.
Carolyn O’Connel is married and lives in Richmond-on-Thames. Listed on poetrypf.com and translated into Romanian as a member of poetryRO project Is a member of Ormond Poetry Group. Has facilitated workshops with Kensington & Chelsea Arts & Richmond Libraries. Published by Envoi,Interpreter’s House and Airings also in the anthology “Genius Floored” arising from Lumen/Camden Poetry Readings and online at My Delayed Reactions and Poetry Space. Poem “Night Ride” Highly Commended in Poetry Space Competition and “Sunset Serenade” Long Listed Paragram Poetry Competition 2013.