Santas

The yard went white, it was riddled with santas
Some wishes landed, snagged and unmade in the long blades of grass
Many still hovering with volumes of promise
In all the yards unusual frenzy, I pressure panic
Frozen, I couldn’t bring myself to think what I could wish for

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Ellen Jaye Benson Visual Artist/Educator –
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  • paulcompton
    paulcomptonover 6 years ago

    Surreal and creepy piece of writing. It also has great flow and a wonderful tinge of the famous Ellejayerose humour. Love it.

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