Angele Toomey Poetry

This is a poem I adapted to perform last at the farewell for the Wellington Feminist Poetry Club and the dawning of a new age….the launch of the Wellington Feminist Creative Collective.

We are rising like splendid Phoenix – dazzling and beautiful.

A tinsel mess
So this is it:
another year of covid,
just a few weeks before Christmas
and I am in a tinsel mess.
 
All the pressure and expectation
plastic words and empty consumption;
memories of disappointment
casting shadows over enjoyment.
 
Everyone playing happy families
hiding debt and other calamities.
Projecting joy as red and green.
Nothing is ever as it seems.
 
I just want to retreat,
disconnect from every post and tweet
And sit.
Just sit.
But it’s a few weeks until Christmas
and I am stuck in my tinsel mess.