written by: Elizabeth Barton
Glissando slide, last rays of sun
sing into a cauldron of gold;
champagne embers scatter
on the warmth of waiting evening;
cupped by white manuka,
mantled pohutukawa flame,
the Solstice sun is crowned;
a taste of joy, chill to my lips,
reflects the panoply of Christmas splendour
in the gems of a wine-filled glass.
Elizabeth Barton is an artist and poet from New Zealand, with work featured in Pink Plastic House, Fevers of the Mind, Black Bough Poetry’s Rapture and Christmas/Winter Edition 2021 and Vita Brevis Literature, Nothing Divine Dies. A winner of the 2020 White Label Cinq competition, she has a forthcoming poetry collection to be published by Hedgehog Poetry Press. Her art is in private and public collections worldwide, including the V & A Prints Collection, London.
Latest posts by Elizabeth Barton (see all)
- Splendor Solis - December 23, 2022
- Mr Slinkmaster - November 5, 2022
- Lilith - March 8, 2022