This month’s exclusive poem for patrons is a Christmas poem “Soaring”, inspired by the Chrismas lights on Picadilly, London.
SOARING
In darkening afternoons
damp air that tastes of sleet
and wind, we dodge between
the honk of taxis, buses, cars
and other people, as from work
to shops and back again we go,
to and fro, intent on lists
of food and clothes and gifts
and then…
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