Poem by Lynn White

 

The Spirit Of Christmas To Come

The ghost slid down the rabbit hole
on a dark wintery night.
He expected to arrive in Wonderland
if such a place exists and he believed it did,
just as he believed in ghosts and Santa Claus.
It was as he expected.
There was a full glass on a table.
He looked for a label saying:
Drink Me.
But there was no label.
So he drank it anyway.
It left a nice warm feeling inside him,
“spirit for the spirit,” he laughed aloud.
There was a plate of pastries.
He looked for a label saying:
Eat Me,
but there was no label.
So he ate them anyway,
all of them,
every last crumb,
every succulent morsel of mincemeat.
He lay back contentedly
then smiled somewhat sheepishly
at the old man dressed in red carrying a large sack who
must have followed him down the rabbit hole.
He was looking none too pleased at the scene.
“Well,” said the ghost,
“Anyone can mistake a chimney for a rabbit hole
and we need a new Christmas story.”

 

Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Light Journal and So It Goes.

 

Advertisements
Liked it? Take a second to support Oddball Magazine on Patreon!

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.