Do you remember when I wrote about my poems being worked into glass by a glassworks artist? The person who suggested my name was a poet herself, living and writing in Oxford - Dorothy sent me the poem below as a Christmas greeting. It's so lovely I know she won't mind me sharing it with all of you...
Rolling a snowball
Utagawa Kuniteru (c.1830-70)
Why always snow men?
Why the A, the B, the C of snow?
Round the corner
someone is building an enormous rabbit,
funnelling its ears,
poking in twigs for whiskers,
and clearing a patch
of grass in front of its nose.
Outside the King’s Arms
they’ve stacked up a snow giraffe,
and the lake in the park is full
of the dangerous whiteness of swans
beautifully sculpted on thin ice,
down to the last letter.
© Dorothy Mccarthy
|Carl Larsson (1890-1919)|
In Singapore, my brother and sister are witnessing the falling in love of a new generation with the old magic of Christmas… snow in Singapore!!
And Santa too, no doubt, bursting in with his reindeers to a soundtrack of Walt Disney's Fantasia… I shall be contented this Christmas Day, imagining Rafi's excitement, and eat my Christmas cookies, baked by a loving friend, with gusto…
A SWEET MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU, AND YOU AND YOU!