Except this time, it is not about forgiveness.
This time, it is about how the worst part
of me fantasizes about actually physically
hurting you. I have imagined awarding you
with the prestigious title of First Person
I Have Ever Punched In The Face. I have
dreamt of kicking you, pulling out fistfuls
of your hair, as if violence is the patron saint
of healing — cause damage to heal damage.
The dirtiest of my heart enjoys picturing you
alone. Wilted. Soaking in a bathtub of nails.
Swallowing one for each grievance against me.
I wonder when I will stop writing about you.
Perhaps, when I finally accept the truth —
that you are just as powerless as I am.
You cannot undevelop the photograph.
You cannot untangle the knots.

Sierra DeMulder

Christmas Spirit

December 25, 2018

Cars and bustle, rush and hustle,
trolley dashing tempers clashing
Christmas cheer too much beer
mistletoe, plastic snow
christmas holly ‘let’s be jolly’
christmas pud, do you think we should?
Turkey, stuffing, granny puffing,
fairy lights, men in tights
pantomimes, palour games
christmas cake, belly ache
as yet another piece you take!
Boxing day, in-laws stay!
Endless repeats on the telly, and again from your belly!
No more hassle…the odd brussel!
christmas farce….
A pain in the arse!

Tess Gurney

For all you meat eaters –

December 25, 2018

Nothing beats the taste of a woman!!

The Christmas season is magical, enchanting, and fraught with heinous stories of diabolical supernatural beings. Boughs of holly deck hallways, sugar plum fairies dance inside children’s heads, and an old man forces himself into chimneys around the world after months of tirelessly surveying children. There are so many wonderful stories that are told during Christmas — those of reindeer who fly in the sky, or of Krampus, the Christmas demon that beats children with sticks and drowns them in streams. Then there is Grýla, the hideous Icelandic cannibal troll-woman who abducts children and boils them to death…

Diana Tourjee
Praise Gryla, a terrifying Christmas cannibal

So, boys & girls, Christmas Cannibalism is something of a tradition it would seem…

Mistletoe

December 25, 2018

Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
All the sleepy dancers gone,
Just one candle burning on,
Shadows lurking everywhere:
Some one came, and kissed me there.

Tired I was; my head would go
Nodding under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
No footsteps came, no voice, but only,
Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,
Stooped in the still and shadowy air
Lips unseen — and kissed me there.

Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
All the sleepy dancers gone,
Just one candle burning on,
Shadows lurking everywhere:
Some one came, and kissed me there.

Tired I was; my head would go
Nodding under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
No footsteps came, no voice, but only,
Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,
Stooped in the still and shadowy air
Lips unseen—and kissed me there.

Walter De La Mare

force you from my blood

December 25, 2018

I impale myself on these thoughts. As if the act of thrusting myself on your memory would force you from my blood, my cells.

Paige Riehl
The Dreaming Woman

more of my silence

December 25, 2018

My poems express more of my silence than of my talking. As music is a kind of silence. Sounds are needed for different layers of silence to be highlighted.

Anna Kamieńska
1970

Problem Christmas gifts –

December 25, 2018

Message for you all –

December 25, 2018