Matthew Holloway

Gold Star - 6,913 Points (10 June 1978 / Cheshire, England)

Amid A Christmas Crowd - Poem by Matthew Holloway

Amid a Christmas crowd
There is a rustle of voices
All complaining, telling jokes
Arguing or making plans
Its hard to pick individual ones apart
I swim slowly through crowds
Sometimes its like going upstream
With the force of the tide against me
I find little pleasantry or politeness
In the rush of the Christmas crowd
I feel a unease growing in my stomach
Thinking it’s a pickpockets holiday
Still the chatter of voices rings out
Amongst the beeping of tills
And soundtrack of phones
Its almost becoming a chore to think
Amid the noise of a Christmas crowd
I try to cut my time as best I can
Shop with a military style
Locate, grab, pay and escape
Its what I do, what serves me well
Amid a Christmas a crowd

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 23, 2011

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