We: Disappear through Advent calendar door 21, Winter Solstice.
Leave behind mulled wine, madness-buying, Good King Wenceslas.
Follow a tall reindeer with our future in her snow melt-eyes,
till arrive honey-plum-light evergreen-place. Make woodland shambles camp.
Tall pine walls, twisted root bed, mistletoe lamps, fir and ivy trim blankets.
Peace. Escape. End. Begin again. Be lost. Be born. Be dead again.
It: Coocoorumblecoocoo. Sky is vole fur this dusk. If my beak is sharp enough. I will cut a hole. Fly elsewhere like other birds.
We: Be spit-and-muck-mitten-off-kids, long-night-foragers, hot-coal-cheeks snot-baby-faces.
We: Rhyme partridges for luck, mathematic robins to a sticking sort of courage.
We: Hare across frost to a strongly Joni Mitchell away-other-away-other-river.
You: Dive naked into smashed-silver of the on-on-eternal-go. Skin blood-broke,
blue duck egg-bollocks, teeth-chatter a sub zero thing re Christmases before me.
Me: Hush and rub, hush and rub you to a glow-sugarplum. Cut soul to something larger, more 70’s. Cut soles to ribbons on river bed brown ale bottle glass. (Guilt?)
You: Suck my sweet satsuma wounds. Get tipsy on my rich pudding heart. (Guilt?)
We: Bond in our December flesh, shimmer-trout selfish, wet, free. (No more Guilt)
We: Splash around stupid splash around little donkeys. (No more Guilt)
We: Dry hot, huddled in your cat-stink-parka, my hippy sheepskin.
We: Conjure white-red Saint Nick-fire to blacken bread, explode sausages.
Me: Spot out of season white lilies like stars climbing heavenwards.
We: Argue -( loud n fast)
“They are pulled by the moon!” “No! They’re pushed by the earth!”
We: Laugh till piss selves.
Me: Eat ant-jam from jar.
You: Strum un-jolly-elf tune on guitar.
Me: Dance in the navy night firelight.
We: See moon a shark fin. A fairy ship coming in. A crown. A pale dove wing.
Me: Let hair wild-free.
You: Tremble. Till you remember tongue, remember singing, sing.
We: Spy a ghostly wood pigeon off its oak king. Descending blinded bird.
It: O, I fall like weather into your flames.
It: I burn, I’m burning.
We: Weep. Weep pretty, weep deep. To see a bird’s colours so mauve-grey-shimmer-green. To know nothing is perfect. Even wing-things
get dazzled, want to swallow the sun. Will die for love. To know it flew into our fire.
Me: Say We should posh-supper it tonight – Honour its Life.
It: I am feathers splayed and black, a dark night bloom I died.
You: Be shocked. Be sick at red ball-of-socks-breast. See nothing holy or edible. Feel spiritless.
We: Go a little shipwreck, a little Herod, a little no room at the inn, hearts flooding, a’shiver with feelings.What if it had babies? Where was its nest?
Me: Think of heavy wooden doors. Think of a heavy wooden cross. Lie on ground, look up at universe in the season of kindness-marvellous-cheer-mirth-loss.
We: Find no stars. No guide. Only sky coming down on us. Know signs.
Know Time is unpacking her cases and we are the light things – silk scarf, map –
thrown in before the lid shut. Last in, first out. Know we are brief.
We: Shout. Shout. Shout our death out.
We: See delusion scuttle off in a hedgehog all spike n bluff.
Sniff sniff kiss kiss you me we us it.
Me: Spy World coming. Nets. Guns. Jobs. Diaries.
We: Hidey-ho. Lay low. Lay close in badger-undergrowth.
You: Breath. In. Out. Fear. Love. Your dear near nose so white envelope edge. Your eyes my best Douglas Fir-green Christmas of 93.
Me: Say They must never find us.
You: Call us A wicked pagan and her savage.
We:Get lost harder. Get lost deeper and forgotten more.
We: Be Low beetles. High new gods. Sick little pair of turtle doves.
Joyous. Unfestive. Terribly terribly holy. Safe.
We: Fuck! Mate, mate before it’s too late.
We: Teach the rabbits!
We: Blushen rude forest gnomes.
We: Pop-thunder purple clouds of purple snow..
Me: Birth not babies, but 5 gloss toadstools.
We: Make a fairy ring. Make many. Be totally old-yule, so un-nativity
We: Never leave Mother Earth Father Sky Sister Water Brother Fire.
We: Be exiles, wild-hermit-loves.
You: So clever, teach me forever.
Me: Wolf-bad, keep us tight to the bones of time.
We: Play: open, bright, holly and ivy, stars and babies. Wise children, mothers and kings. Animals, truth, snow flakes falling.
We: In The End. Eat each other. Be a feast to end feasts.
It: Be a Halleluja in winter in dreams in darkness.