Poetry Pleases: Aussie Christmas
Soon, very soon, it will be hear again. That festival of consumerism, Christmas. Betty Collins’s poem reminds us of a deeper significance.
tinsel dripping in hot gravy
sweat
cash registers
jingle bells
cotton wool up my nose
yet somewhere
there is a thin high voice
like a fine rain falling
a thin high voice like fine rain falling in a high country
calling
calling
