Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Snapshot, 1974

Satsuma scent and Old Spice
set off jingling bells in my head
I see the picture clearly now.
Spruce pine baubled with
vivid blues, reds and gold.
Tinsel fronds that furl through
every twisting uneven branch.
Tin foil star hoisted,
attached to the top-mast.

I am forever seven
in that photograph.
With much brushed hair
polo-necked and trousered.
I proffer my gift forward
Like an Eastern Princeling,
smiling on Christmas Eve.

2 comments:

chiefbiscuit said...

Ah yes, the magic of photographs and how they capture everything - including the smell of Old Spice! Well done.

Cailleach said...

Cheers CB!