The Yule log has lost its lustre
Crackle Crackle Crackle
Avoided expectation driving
A deeper remorse
A shortened trip
Unwanted but wanted, instead
The rowing neighbours
Bang Bang Bang
A guilty memory
And everyone else happy
Burdened with tat
And this year snow
But the tank is dangerously low
Though the thaw will come
Drip Drip Drip
Soothing an ache
Short lived
The muses look on from every room
In silence
John H Davies
25th XII 2010
