December is here,
So, we thought we would bring
The Christmas cheer,
So as sleigh bells
jingle and jangle, we amble into the room.
Our little grotto of words.
Christmas tunes ring through the air,
smiles and chat are shared.
Gifts are given. The lights dimmed.
Now let us have the real presents.
The words are unwrapped slowly.
A majestic piece at a time,
Like little kisses under the mistletoe
Sips of fine wine.
A mince pie or two
of comedy to aid the digestion
Of this festive meal
That we are entertaining.
The snow doesn't fall indoors
But words litter the floor,
like a fine dusting,
Crunching underfoot.
As Carolina takes the stage
in festive red dress
To introduce the wonderful poets
that ventured in from the wintery cold
to our little wonderland stage.
Under the colourful lights some performed
from memory others from the page
We had so many styles and faces,
There was no silent night
It was a vibrant delight of words taking flight
Like Santa’s sleigh bustling with gifts
through the December sky.
Tears were cried. smiles painted over faces,
Laughter erupted; joy uncorrupted.
A flow of unadulterated brilliance.
Headliner Chris
the partridge
to our pear tree
Was the true centre piece
of the song,
one that shone
brighter than any star.
A mind-blowing performance
of wordplay perfection,
Deserved a standing ovation.
We had everything. A feast for the ears,
Then we were given even more.
Christmas pudding in the form
of a second half of open mic.
A true cracker of a night
Songs were sung
(Ellie brought the house down)
It was all so much fun.
I think I'm done
Like a turkey cooked too long.
Now I need to relax, rest and recuperate.
See you all in January
when we return
with more amazing poetry.
Thank you all
Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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