Christmas Eve Poem by Carol Ann Duffy

Christmas Eve

Rating: 4.3


'To Ella'.


Time was slow snow sieving the night,
a kind of love from the blurred moon;
your small town swooning, unabashed,
was Winter's own.

Snow was the mind of Time, sifting
itself, drafting the old year's end.
You wrote your name on the window-pane
with your young hand.

And your wishes went up in smoke,
beyond where a streetlamp studied
the thoughtful snow on Christmas Eve,
beyond belief,

as Time, snow, darkness, child, kindled.
Downstairs, the ritual lighting of the candles.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ayni Poet 28 December 2022

Loved you poem dear! Blessings!

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Kumarmani Mahakul 27 December 2022

It is beautiful poem on Christmas Eve. It has been nicely executed. Thanks and congratulations for being chosen this poem as the member poem of the POD.

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Tom Billsborough 24 October 2017

I wonder in what sense snow can be deemed thoughtful. I think this is rather more than whimsical.

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Bill Wright 22 April 2016

This poem is rather whimsical compared to some of the darker works in her canon.

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Carol Ann Duffy

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Glasgow / Scotland
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