Christmas With You Poem by Marcus Czarnecki

Old red leather armchair
Appears
Floating in the air
Horse hair stuffing popping through holes
Tears and frays
Its been used a lot
Desired by cafes that charge a lot for coffee

Now a coal fire pops up - smelling of the tinder wood
Slightly smoking
Cedar sharp. Charcoal black

Peoples muffled voices and the tingling of glasses
A multitude of colour coming into focus with the laughter

Low beamed ceilings
Dark panelled wood lit by fairy lights
Fake snow sprayed on farmers pub windows

The odd decoration - catches the light

Hog roasting somewhere
The smell of hot spiced wine pervades
Seems to fit
Like sawdust on the floorboards does

Together me and you sit watching
By the wall under a Lowry print
Observing the world as it passes by
As it passes through our perception

Snuggled against each other
Sipping cranberry juice and sparkling water
Your big pink and mulberry tartan scarf fits well in

Your eyes catch the light
Reflecting the hubub
In their deep wise pools I see Christmas unfold

A kiss
A walk home