Tuesday, May 24, 2022

Wordplays

In-store Christmas

 

We plunge through

the sea-bright colours of towels,

bed linen and napery

then suddenly descend

into the Christmas Room.

 

We almost smell the resin

of newly cut fir

as we stand surveying

a Myer instant winter

of polymer snow, green festoons,

and red berries, stars flickering

in a night sky

through faux casements.

 

We move slowly taking

in the artful riot of gifts

to the accompaniment

of  The Bells of Paradise

(but we did hear them ring)

played by a band of monkeys

revolving on the lid of a music box.

 

Evie Gordon

 

 

 

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