Abecedarian poems are fun to write. In this one, the first line begins with ‘z’ and ends with ‘a’ and from there on it follows through the alphabet. I’m not entirely sure that it makes a great deal of sense, as it goes all over the place, but I hope you enjoy reading as much as I did writing …
A WET DAY
zip goes the umbrella 
back to being a broken graphic
dangling in the cloud zone
fibres waterlogged and dripping
heavily on a string bikini
jarring as a roof’s leak
landing in a bowl of aloe cream
needed to foam cheap shampoo
poured into a umiaq
rowed by urgent hands
tapping out a rondeau
vainly on the boat’s bow
x-rated for race-day
To Bethlehem: ‘This little book is delightful, full of … poems on this timeless subject. … the most fun is the little prose vignettes of the common people in the Christ-child story. The slave who looks after the wise men’s camels, or the overworked maid at the inn who has to fetch water for the birth, and many more. A lovely gift for the reader on your Christmas list!’ Rosalind Adams. Available from Amazon and Kindle.
