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 thoughts on “Cherry red

  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.

  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 💜

  3. Brooding and cuts to the heart of struggle… no quarter here Laura – I liked it!

  4. “One too many cups that cheered” – this is my memory of Christmas, with my father – a holiday often spoiled by booze.

  5. Nicely done – I particularly liked the wordplay in ‘crackling colour’ and ‘singular in piss-poor alleys’. The soundings are singing another story in this layered piece.

  6. I have one inelegant comment: Wow! The portrait is especially well paced and for me somber when read out loud.

    1. Had not considered that reference but with Christmas coming this Victorian melodrama has some close associations. Sorry your childhood was evidently fraught by ‘the cup that cheers’

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