Monday's poem

A Potato Sonnet: Jersey Bennes for Christmas
- Carolyn McCurdie

They gleam in the black
crumbled earth;

steady, as if candles
glow through layers of silk,

and underpin the season's quick
shifts of tinselled light,

and the brisk toe-tap, chatter
of crowds in the street.

This is old, wondrous
as moon-rise,

as the maternal voice

that calls, come in
to the table.

Carolyn McCurdie is a Dunedin poet and novelist.


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