Wednesday, 25 December 2013

CHRISTMAS FIRSTS

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
Yukikorogashi
Utagawa Kuniteru (c.1830-70)

Snow rabbit

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!!
Elaborate mangers…



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! 

3 comments:

Steven Cain said...

Lovely poem. We build snow dogs, when there is snow enough!

And what a manger scene! Beautiful!

Wishing you the best...

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

Always when I see a crying motherless child, a homeless person, two elderly lovers, I wonder about how their eyes see things.
We humans are given the gift of much and few appreciate, but then their are those that do.

I like very much your perspective.

May you experience moments of calm and joy.

Gracias for sharing

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I always am uplifted by your posts, Shaista. Rafi is adorable. Wishing you and your family a warm 2014 full of all good things.

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