by Sairah Ahsan | Dec 31, 2025 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
Christmas scents No Nordmann firs in Bethlehem. No holly or ivy. But pomegranate, almond, fig and olive trees to anoint with signs of blessing and peace. And houses don’t smell of Balsam pine but of frankincense that can remain potent for...
by Sairah Ahsan | Dec 25, 2025 | Filmpoems, Twelve Days of Christmas
cw: flickering images Melon Moon for Idris, my light One winter I remember he looked up and said: ‘the moon is a melon.’ We’d made a telescope out of used loo roll to look for Father Christmas. The Oak Moon on that longest night hung high over Green Horse...
by Sairah Ahsan | Dec 25, 2025 | Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga, Twelve Days of Christmas, Word & Image
the first holiday Debbie Strange is a chronically ill short-form poet and haiga artist whose work has been widely published internationally. Her haiku collection, Random Blue Sparks (Snapshot Press 2024), received 3rd Place in the Haiku Society of America’s...
by Sairah Ahsan | Dec 21, 2025 | Filmpoems, Twelve Days of Christmas
When it used to snow wild and bottomless dad would take us sledging on the hills behind our house, we’d ride the sleeping-slopes of / round-back / giants, flushed with fever-thrill and when he capsized we / lurched / collided with a crunch. One year we...
by Sairah Ahsan | Dec 21, 2025 | Twelve Days of Christmas, Word & Image
Ferns There was a cold winding music a frozen answer. I knelt under time’s branches. The year the ferns sang. The year the ferns sang heard the lungs of every hillside dream my breath held the unfamiliar pedalled notes. I listened to violet reliance oh how the ferns...
