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12 days of christmas 2012 13
1. ANANSI: AN
UNUSUAL
EXPERIENCE
THE 12 DAYS DAYS OF CHRISTMAS COLLABORATION AT LUNCH BREAK
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DECEMBER 25TH 2012 TO JANUARY 5TH 2013
GILLENA COX AND HAIKU FRIENDS
3. Christmas tree
the glow and sparkle
of old ornaments
--opening image and haiku Adelaide B Shaw
Christmas Eve sunrise---
I water my
poinsettia
Fred Masarani
...And thus, the spidery Anansi, awakes to eight arms full of anansi children,
tugging at him from every direction, pleading with him to come downstairs,
to open a gift under the Christmas tree. He yawns and stretches, it is
daylight and it is Christmas, what a wonderous feeling...
azure skies...
in the church-front creche
Mary's blue mantle
--gillena cox
4. image from google
smell of roast
in the long distance call –
Christmas day
--Stella Pierides
TV movies Christmas day
sips of saki and chocolate
--gillena cox
family gathering...
the many sounds
of laughter
--Kirsten Cliff
...Left alone for a while, Anansi and Mrs Anansi sit at the table sipping
coffee. They use cinnamon sticks to stir, stirring slowing. They sip and they
talk, for the children are too excited by their new toys to feel hungry, or even
remember, they have anansi parents....
5. silent day after Christmas
I clean house again
-- Adelaide
Boxing Day hunt —
ducks on the Danube line-up
for crumbs
-- Stella Pierides
so many left overs oh my scale
better walk all the boxing sale
--Lorraine
6. image from google
around the table…
three generations
in the candles’ glow
--Cara Holman
through a waft of breeze
a bird's nest revealed
--gillena cox
...However, later in the day, when they gather, for a late Christmas lunch, it
is then, Anansi in between mouthfuls of *green fig salad, decides to relate
this experience...
[*In the Caribbean green bananas are called 'green fig']
7. after midnight...
pouring "Santa" another
glass of milk
--Diane Mayr
Christmas tree
the language gets brighter
towards night
--Chris Dominiczak
half awake coo coo
of pigeons in the eaves
--gillena cox
between holidays
listening to carols
alone
-- Adelaide
...In between the patter and splash of raindrops on the pavement, there arose
an unusual wind, which, not content to only ruffle Mrs Anansi's pretty new
drapes, ruffled and wove herself into the Anansi house; winding her way up
the Anansi staircase, into the Anansi bedrooms; peering here, and peering
there, until at last, reaching the room shared by Anansi and his charming
wife. Here, this unusual gust, shaped herself into a giant windy hand, large
enough to pick up the unsuspecting, Anansi himself....
8.
9. ...Come with me Anansi" said the unusual Wind, i will take you on a little
trip. poor Anansi, he was terrified, yet still, he clutched Wind's giant hand
and off they went swooosh. Anansi thought to himself, this must be exactly
how great Moon feels in all her waning and waxing shapes, suspended in the
night sky; he even thought he saw an unusually bright star in passing
hazy moon...
cresting a car roof
Christmas dew
--gillena cox
full moon . . .
picking at leftovers
from the fridge
--Kirsten Cliff
yelping dogs...
bamboo
bussin
[written as spoken by Trinis in relaxed conversations]
10. yelping dogs...
bamboo
bursting
--gillena cox
about Bamboo bursting read more here
A packed church
of children clutching their toys …
Holy Innocents Day
--Keith Simmonds
I remember horse
hand of the moon embraces
walnut brain
--Tatjana Debeljacki
cemetery visit --
I place a Christmas angel
at his headstone
--Kirsten Cliff
11. first snow
just enough to excuse
the hot toddy
--Diane Mayr
...Tossed, swivelled and swirled, Anansi was so terrified he, couldn't even
feel air sick. He peered through the night; thick and dark, to see what he
could see. There they were, three unusually dressed men riding on the backs
of camels, carrying gifts of some sort. They sat so regally in the desert of
falling snowflakes, not even once brushing away a snowflake, Anansi
thought, how wise these three men, sitting on the backs of camels holding
their packages so tightly, so securely...
winter stars
under the Christmas lights
a couple wishing
--Chrissi Villa
12. drummer on square
oasis of colours and sound
midnight moon
--Tatjana Debeljacki
Christmas rush—
in the road a pair of trainers
pointing
in different directions
--Frank
Mistletoe hanging
in every doorway …
spirit of goodwill
--Keith Simmonds
13. between holidays
a late Christmas card
with no name
-- Adelaide
New Year’s eve mass…
the church fills with the scent
of perfumes and incense
--Keith Simmonds
...Anansi was enthralled, he stared, his spidery mouth wide open in
amazement. But where are they going, just the three of them, and at this
hour of the night; Don’t they have families? Wives to help with shelling of
pigeon peas? Children's gifts to wrap? Ham to bake for the paranderos'
visits? And as he asked these questions of Wind, with each question, his
mood softened, and his spidery face brightened...
14. Christmas lilies...
the way her eyes
light up
--Kirsten Cliff
paranderos
proclaiming from house to house
the birth of the King
Santa Claus arrives
bearing toys and goodies …
children’s eyes light up
--Keith Simmonds
drenching hearts of every Scrooge...
a downpour Christmas morning
--gillena cox
15. another new year
i take with me the scent
of Christmas memories
--Chrissi Villa
fire crackers...
a whiff of the new year
within festive sounds
--gillena cox
The midnight hour…
last year’s resolutions
recycled
Strains of Auld Lang Syne
filling the atmosphere…
a new beginning
Fireworks in sync
with the midnight magic …
the power of hope
--Keith Simmonds
New Year's Day ...
the bunch of balloons
hangs shriveled
--Kirsten Cliff
16. learning from the past –
New Year resolutions
set in marble
-- Stella Pierides
office wish list...
in a recycled envelope
oddly shaped scraps
that vacation in New York
all the ALF toys were sold out
--gillena cox
first shared at NaHaiWriMo
...Where are we Anansi entreated? Wind however had spoken her bit for that
night, when she commanded "Come with me Anansi" so to Anansi's now
questioning, she gave no reply. It was swooosh, after swooosh after
swooosh. As wind blew this way and that carrying poor Anansi in her
grasp…
17. image--GheorghePostelnicu Romania;
our dogs
join singing ...
but where is Baby Jesus?
--Ralf Bröker
Let me be
Your Christmas
Your shiny stars
I love you Jesus
--Lorraine
...Anansi, from trillions of night clouds above, craned his neck this way and
that. He thought he saw a sign. Yes it was. A neon sign which read
"Bethlehem Ephrath - stable about 2 to 3 swoooshes away"...
18. Three wise men journey
to the east to discover
the light of the world
--Keith Simmonds
rainy Christmas
an umbrella to shelter...
what of the homeless
--gillena cox
in the company of the homeless---
nuns serve
Christmas dinner
Fred Masarani
memories –
mere repentance
throught the fog
--Tatjana Debeljacki
first dream of the year--
i wake not knowing
which way is up
--Kirsten Cliff
19. image from google
late Christmas card
call of a peacock
in the distance
--Kirsten Cliff
soft breath of God
whispers to my heart and soul
a Son is born today
--Pat Geyer
...Gently, gently, gently Anansi felt himself being landed; As Wind opened
slightly the door of a stable, no one looked around, the door was opened so
quietly. And there it was Anansi saw : oxen, donkey, sheep, cattle all lying in
sweet hay, some munching, some not; and the same three unusually dressed
men, presenting their gifts to... and this is when Anansi squealed with delight
"baby Jesus and Mary and Joseph and shepheds". Anansi clapped his hands
for joy and did a happy dance, but no one looked around, no one saw or
heard Anansi; but everyone heard angels singing, Joy to the world let earth
receive her King....
20. A star twinkles on
a child in a manger …
the Prince of peace
a tiny Infant
from the humblest of abodes
peace and love to all
--Keith Simmonds
Christmas Eve
of long agos
I still cry
'O Holy night
--Lorraine
21. Christmas carols...
two grackles linger between
the melodies
--gillena cox
Christmas morning...
lusty voices belting out
hymns of joy and peace
--Keith Simmonds
somehow
in every room
threads of tinsel
--Kirsten Cliff
..."It was indeed, a night so Holy. Wind thank you for lifting my spirits,
thank you for taking me back to the true meaning of Christmas" Said a
humbled happy Anansi, smiling from air to air, looking around for Wind.
"Wind, Wind, Winnnnnd", but there was no Wind,only a very contented
Anansi...
22. --image from google
before
the drizzle dissipates -
scent of pink roses
--gillena cox
fog over the roofs –
my new diary’s paper
smell
-- Stella Pierides
sleeping through
the silence of snow
waking with the plough
-- Adelaide
23. wrapped up
in this Christmas gift, too
his love for me
packing away
the Christmas decorations...
another year without her
--Kirsten Cliff
sweet steelpan sounds
rehearsing day and night
carnival coming
--Keith Simmonds
moral hearts
bar the paths of evil
twelve days
--Magyar
...Well; like i said before, and i'm saying again, it was an unusually rainy
December, when, Anansi awoke one morning in an unusually bad mood, or
so he thought. Anyways; it was an unusually cold kitchen (in the tropical
island of Trinidad) in which cooking oil slowed to an eeire hot stillness in
the large family frying pot, or so he thought, into which the radiant Mrs
Anansi was dropping evenly formed bits of white flour dough, making fried
bakes, or so he thought; for him the unusually grumpy Anansi didn't feel like
getting out of bed even to have breakfast, or so he thought. And this is how it
all started...THE END
24. We have come to the end of the FIFTH YEAR'S
celebration of 'The 12 days of Christmas at Lunch
Break' Thank you for celebrating with me
Wishing the love and warmth of family and
friends.
Till next CHRISTMAS. HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!
and "may God bless us All"
All poems and images remain the copyright of
individual writers
Many thanks again to my 2012/13 posse:-
Adelaide Shaw, US
Chris Dominiczak, UK
Christine L Villa, US
Diane Mayr, US
Frank Williams, UK
Fred Masarani, US
Gheorghe Postelnicu, Romania
Kirsten Cliff, New Zealand
Lorraine Renaud, Canada
Magyar, US
Pat Geyer, US
Ralf Bröker, Germany
Stella Pierides, Germany
Tatjana Debeljacki, Serbia
Keith Simmonds, Trinidad and Tobago
