Surbiton High School

Our first snowflake



i’d dreamed all year, but

white is distinctly absent

from this black day

at the end of december.

at least here it’s rich and cosy

like thick treacle tart

my family are laughing

people on the radio chatter


and one of their voices

sounds a bit like yours.

right now i lie under the tree

smelling pine needles

as they jab me

a shattered bauble on its side

with the scraps of my plans

lying there


no presents yet

santa’s late this year

i told him not to come

but my sister

wanted a sleighbell.

and my kittens snooze

because it is warm,

it is warm,

even though on my arm

there are goosebumps

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