The Christmas Table

While the turkey’s breast is carved open To welcome white flesh, we remember, The virgin’s breast that was squeezed open By an infant, where too, it was all white, As white as the snowdrops that sneak out of the snow To mark the beginning of spring. While the cranberry sauce eagerly awaits, Like a harbinger,…

Christmas in Canberra

That tree, from under your bed, Fixed into a spine of pine, that is embellished With glitter and glamour, And on top, you find a tailed star, That holds her place, like the full moon, A compass to the magi, who conquered the dunes, And in this small town, Near the outback, you find, Christmas…