Berths

1.
New house,
a long journey;
comes to an end, dropping
rubbished years to children's cries,"The door
won't close."

2.
Forests,
lit up, feral,
weaponed men and cute dolls
dangle from the branches; clash of
the year.

3.
A friend
a scrutiny;
possessions and more junk,
fearing a lost address, I have lost
timeÕs touch.

4.
Twin eyes,
a four-fold sight,
a shelter for caring,
caught up in something you can't quite see,
blind-fold.

5.
A word,
endlessly so,
with which it all begins,
invisible behind a being
spoken.

6.
The ghosts
of Christmas past
and literally dead,
of  Christmas presents, have left only
few chewers.

7.
It came 
amid all the
wrapped surpliced angsts and fears.
The lines are open for His piece of
design...

Duncan McGibbon