The doldrum days of the dead of winter.
These are the shortest days
and the endless nights.
So wish for the moon
and long for the light…
—Liz Lochhead, “Spoken Song”
published in A HANDSEL (Polygon 2023)
#poem #poetry #Christmas
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The doldrum days of the dead of winter.
These are the shortest days
and the endless nights.
So wish for the moon
and long for the light…
—Liz Lochhead, “Spoken Song”
published in A HANDSEL (Polygon 2023)
#poem #poetry #Christmas
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Than this December silver:
See how the light flakes off the new-turned plough
Under the slow great swing
Of branches, silver-boled…
—Dorothy Margaret Paulin, “December Day”
in SCOTTISH RELIGIOUS POETRY (St Andrew Press, 2024)
#poem
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Than this December silver:
See how the light flakes off the new-turned plough
Under the slow great swing
Of branches, silver-boled…
—Dorothy Margaret Paulin, “December Day”
in SCOTTISH RELIGIOUS POETRY (St Andrew Press, 2024)
#poem
standrewpress.hymnsam.co.uk/books/978180...