Christmas trees lined like war refugees,
a fallen army made to stand in their greens.
Cut down at the foot, on their last leg,
they pull themselves up, arms raised.
We drop them like wood;
tied, they are driven through the streets,
dragged through the door, cornered
in a room, given a single blanket,
only water to drink, surrounded by joy.
Forced to wear a gaudy gold star,
to surrender their pride,
they do their best to look alive.
by Chris Green
Apologies for the blurry impressionistic images, my grotty little camera seems increasingly unable to cope with any photography taken indoors at this darkling time of year, and my aversion to using the flash continues. Fingers crossed I'll find myself a better camera in 2013...
Red & Blue Striped Jumper: about 10 years old from H&M
Red Crepe High Waisted Vintage Flares: my mother's in the 70s, she thinks they could be Biba but there's no label inside to indicate the designer
Leopard print pumps: about 8 years old from office
Silver Drop Earrings: present from my mother-out-of-law
Ella Fitzgerald: Baby, it's cold outside
I'm delighted to be a part of Visible Monday, hosted by the lovely Patti from www.notdeadyetstyle.blogspot.co.uk, click on the website link to see her outfit and those of many others.