The stream of cars stutter on second by second <br />Transferring to minutes. Accumulating <br />Along roads and junctions through towns <br />Where Christmas lights now glow – red, yellow and green <br />Though bringing no release as they hang on still trees. <br /> <br />A woman sits in her car that stutters like the rest <br />In the gloom of nightfall leaving the city, <br />Crawling home to suburbia – <br />And it’s Christmas, nearly Christmas! <br />So much left to be done – <br /> <br />Transforming trolls and super-girls to buy, <br />A narky husband to keep sober and stand by <br />On Christmas day. In the freeze, <br />Her head drops plonk to the wheel <br />To beep it all about. <br />Just another scream sent out. There. <br /> <br />They move along like any arm of snails <br />Lodged tightly in a drain pipe; <br />Slug on they may, however that occurs, <br />It’s two days to Christmas. <br />Two days to Christmas… <br /> <br />She raises her head with those beautiful <br />Chestnut curls that run through each strand <br />And a tear begins to curdle from her <br />Dead vacant stare. <br />The Christmas lights are still on trees; <br />A mirror bleeds and sparkles.<br /><br />Seán O Muiríosa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/driving-home-with-christmas/
