Thirty winter words, a bit of bragging, and what would I like for my birthday?

A small December face, patchy-pink
lips drawn back, cold-shocked, as children,
who trust till something bites, often are.

Opening chimney doors,
or momentary sun through eyelids,
orange gratitude for flames.

(Hyphenated words count as one in my thrity words rule. The log is from a windblown down photinia hedging shrub, red in death as in life.)

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Quartsiluni have posted another photo, here. I like this one; it was taken at St Jaoua's chapel in Finisterre, I have an odd fondness for these cruder examples of polychrome wood sculpture, of uncertain age and provenance. Some of the poems preceding it are really excellent too, I'm proud have something appearing with them.

Also, lovely Gino has published another ghazal of mine at the Ghazal Page. The radif challenge was 'sugar', and it's on this page. Crafty Green Poet (Juliet Wilson) has one there too!

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What would I like for my birthday tomorrow? Endless time to catch up with everyone on my feeds and blogroll, and generally to apply myself to all the exciting creative things that keep coming my way. It won't happen.