Cherry red

His is a blazing winter glow
burnt rosy with cold
cherry spread cheeks
and one too many cups
that cheered – such a hollow sound
the one handed clap
singular in piss-poor alleys
where winds whip up fake dreams
all fireside reds in crackling colour

In just 44 words, De invites us to write a Poem of Good Cheer (though it does not have to be cheerful but only ‘cheer’ filled) 

38 comments

  1. Bang on, as we continue to explore the dark underbelly of the holidays. But this alcoholic paradox embraces his addiction on regular days too.

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  2. “where winds whip up fake dreams” sigh this speaks so much about winter and the dangers of slipping into the dark side. Poignant write 💜

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