quite... i do feel that the consumerism of today has turned this religious myth into yet another oppostunity for Hallmark to suck us dry like leeches! Christmas is CRAP! ! ! !
A truly GHOSTLY atmosphere. You evoke the atmosphere of unrequited love and the ghostly sensuality of clay. If only Patrick Swayze could see it...I suppose this is what YOU call poetry!
Echoes of John Clare, je pense? Hampshire so feelingly personated! Kipling eat your imperialist fascist heart out! Let's go!