December 2025 Collage Poem: A love surpassing limits and legends
Encircled to read with goodies and poetry,
unaware of the glare in broken window,
Taps his toes at Christmas Time
watching the reindeer stagger around the garden
drunk on mullen wine
Listen to the toe tapping grim Poetry
Woodpeckers now have all flown
In the darkness of jazz we have found our place,
FRAYED IN HUMAN HOPE
SHADOWS OF A DIFFERENT DARKNESS
Untouched man: unsurpassed love: unfolded words
Behind the rhythm of the knock lays the withering expectation
WHY DID YOU TIP ME OUT OF MY PRAM, MUM?
The woodpecker tap, tap, taps
too early every morning
through a glass darkly
why won’t it fly back to the forest
and leave me in morning peace?
The bony hands of the stolen
mannequin catch the child as
he flies from his pram
A thousand woodpeckers
their gums bleeding look through the
windows, envy the china dogs
and the woollen owls.
