Christmas, Downtown MelbourneDing dong
A man enters the post office
His knuckles are grey
Ding dong ding
He walks past the card stand
His feet are bare
He stops and bends down
Ding dong ding
His paper bag is ripped
He looks up at the roof
One eye is open, the other is half shut
He draws a deep breath
No-one sees him, no-one is looking
Now the man is starting to sing
The notes of Jerusalem
Are bold as a bell
They rise to the vault of the ceiling
Every space is filled
Every person is still
The last note has landed
Shoppers and postal workers stomp and clap
Ding dong dong ding dong dong ding ding dong
Ding dong dong ding dong ding dong dong dong ding
A person in uniform walks to the man
Turns him, takes him away.
Pamela MorrisonPam wrote this poem about a pre-Christmas experience she had several years ago. It seems rather sad that it ends the way it does - as she captures the magic and finally the pathos of the incident.
A Dunedin based poet, Pam is an ex-journalist who has had "the odd poem published." Now in a completely different line of work, she's enjoying having no deadlines, and not having to write other people’s stories. She loves sharing her work with others, and she is a fantastic part of the Tuesday Poetry blog group and an avid blogger - more of her poems can be found here at her blog site where she continues to explore the world with words.
So cheers Pam and all the other poets on the Tuesday Poem site for making this a memorable year in poetry.
A..J. Ponder - author page