A couple of days ago I posted some festive pieces of micro-fiction that I’d written exclusively for posting on my blog this month. Given that my poetry has made up some of my most popular uploads from this last year, I thought I’d continue with that creativity and write some seasonal pieces as a part of blogmas.
Like with the micro-fiction, trying to change my overall tone of creative writing to be more positive was an interesting challenge. It’s not that I can’t adapt my writing to fit whatever audience, style, etc. that it needs to, but more that when I sit down to produce fiction or poetry for myself I prefer to work with more of a darker atmosphere. Naturally, that does not fit with the general OTT joyfulness that is so closely associated with this time of year.
The poems that I’ve posted down below are the first that I’ve written since finishing university back in the Spring. My main reason for taking such a long break is that I wanted to rediscover the love I have for writing that got lost amidst all the work on my degree. In the last 6/7 months I have indeed managed to find it again and really enjoyed writing these pieces, although I may need a little time to find my technique again after so long. With these poems I tried to use the styles that I really enjoyed writing in during my second and third year of the course, and I think I pulled it off pretty succesfully. After all, I wouldn’t have posted them here if I didn’t think so.
no clouds above not tonight
the kids have been told to sleep tonight
but they won’t
in their heads a countdown has been set 10 hours
the anticipation is enough to overshadow the big day
it’s too much excitement to handle
a family united on one day
(if you exclude the arguments)
a child never forgets their favourite Christmas
early morning sunshine shines golden
on the white surface outside
4 inches of snow thick on the ground
angels and men are formed by children
the cold forgettable in their laughter
as Christmas nears
moonlight becomes familiar in the afternoon
every day shorter in anticipation of the
demand for hot chocolate rises
a safe haven of its own in the Winter chill
warmth is hard to come by these days
but no-one cares
a festive spirit goes a long way
its easier to overlook things
advent breaks down into single digits
time ticks by fast slow
excitement is at an all-time high
the day is almost here.