A Letter Poem by Catherine Habbie

A lost art form
Still dutifully followed
by rebels refusing to conform
to society's norm

Deep thoughts on parchments
Filled with enchantments
No more in their top form
But nevertheless an art form

Long dispatches on palimpsests
Filled with little jests
Ink and blotting paper
Only to make it safer

It began on a papyrus
Far away from Cyprus
And I don't mean bone China
When I say it's finer

A letter for Christmas
A letter for the missus
A letter to tell you I'm fine
A letter to tell you you're mine

It beats those small missives
That are just hits or misses
A long juicy letter
Surely makes one better

A lovely thrill
To take away the chill
Its better than any pill
From here it can only be uphill

So surely send an epistle
Someone is awaiting this mistle
Someone waiting to be loved
Someone waiting to feel mellowed