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A Christmas Lost

Of all the rituals that I miss
The carol is king for me.
With birthday regularity
The Tiger came to tea
With gentle ancient charity
He held me in his teeth,
Shed skin and sin
With emerald eyes
Though I had
No room for him.

©️ Anna Murzyn Dec 2020

From ‘Letters from a Walled Eden’ Collected Poems 2020–21 by A Murzyn



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Anna Murzyn

Anna Murzyn


Wearer of many hats; private poet, parent in parentheses, perpetual nerd.