happy 2019 new year everyone

REALITY POEM

jokey poem for gwentyth Paltry

Winster soltstice , hope and Brexit

The onwer of a popular chain of basic pubs for old men and pugilists  has commisioned me to wriet a rousing poem foe the winster solstice 2018 that will also bring hope for the currnet turbulent times ahead for Brexit Britain. Like king Arthur in Avalon, we can survive the winter of our discontinents and be great again like a dafodil poking its way up through the shit . This poem is called.

Poem for Winter Soltice 2018

 [Open your mind like a tin of mutton and you will gamble 

like a lamb in the coming of spring. ]

naked in the snow

my holly berry nipples , Christ's blood red,  
and hard

like the life of a wench, 
or a bullet.

the hand maids tell and we must hear = hark!

i dont mind the cold - it purifies these dark days

ready for the light like someone cured

of snow blandness

or cynicalism

there is a bear in the forest

watching me bathe

it offers me a fly agaric

like a paodfile with a toffeee

"NO NO! GO AWAY - YOU ARE A METHORFOR FOR DONALD TRUMP!!!"

I roar like a new kitten that has watched the lion kinsg.

the wind is strong

plaiting its eerie whispers into my bare openings

writing the  faeirie myth herstories  of the ending year

into my wise, wistful, women hair

like a royal variety perfomance

hosted in my rustic vajazzle

[the ice queen - Nicole Kidman] 

now winter begins

and the light barren shortest day,

like a bitter wizened old harriden

scratching her stilletto finger nails

that cling to wizened claw fingers

on a chalk board whilst standing on a ledge

like nosferatu's quivvery shadow,

mimics its lack of bounty

and we are terrosorised!

 But fear not child, soon the sun will rise

like Nigel Farge , in a florescnet visible cloak,

like a wizard doing road works,

riding an Icarus horse

off the white cliffs of Dover, airborn,

into the skies and our communal forever.

copyright poet Helene 'butternut squash' Smithee 

19.12.18