Childermas

I've not posted in a while as I've been busy with other things. Here's a silly little post-Christmas poem to get things going again:

On Childermas,

we dance,

flat-footed

on frozen

platforms,

to keep

out winter’s bite.

Run ragged

from days

of joy –

verbum caro

factum est –

we pass

through carriage

doors and out

again to life.