IN DECEMBER 2008

IN DECEMBER 2008
Seema Gill

December rain trickles like
A dancer on the ice floor
As wild as the chase of a fox
As feminine as the sting of a bumble bee
which gives you the pleasure of pain
Everything is magnificently golden
Like the leaves of an ancient Oak tree
or an old memory pressed
in between the pages of your life

Barefoot laughter of children
Rainbow hopes of pensioners
Clothed desires of teenage lovers
‘Kamasutra’ gestures in the midnight spur
Credit Crunch speculations
Ribboned bargains in empty pockets
Diamond skulls on vampire stakes
Priceless glories of war heroes
Glisten like skeletons in the pool
of a imperial slush

We the penniless comedians of our trade
try to hold on to some slithering values
We write, sing songs, paint images
and communicate peace
Peace is a hiss of anger in the voice of a poet
A pinch of irony in the string of a guitar
Broken brush dripping red in the hand of an artist
While I stand here and recite verses
Baby P’s scared face flickers
on the tv screen like piranha

My fingers are beginning to rattle like Cobra
Getting ready to sting
Wealth and greed is a three legged monkey
sitting on my back, like a nagging lover
I wanna give up my warm and wealthy den to
are robbed of their childhood to trade for money



A metaphor rolls down from
my words like a fire bird
It wants to gather twigs of a revolt
to burn the norms of this sick society
It wants to lighten the dark souls
of those who rape children, women and the disabled
It wants to wage a war on ‘wants’
It wants to infuse energy on the cowardly
It wants to create shelter for the homeless
For the aged, for the victims, for the fallen
for the White poor, for the ignorant Asians,
For the dispossessed Blacks, the coloured,
And while the news prostitutes itself
like a attention seeking politician
I switch off my mind from channel noises

I see myself alone on the cross road
I take a walk to the edge of my mind cliff
I want to throw myself down in shame
A traveller appears in the horizon
Another, and another and yet another
We wrap ourselves in our funky eccentrics
We decide to do some real shake down
Against war, against cruelty against poverty of knowledge
My lover provides his Casanova affliction
We are fighting for peace, love and eternity of all this
I’m glistening like a firefly
Translucently, the peace becomes an eternal commodity!



This is one of my old poem published in an anthology!