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The Rudolph Promise + Festive Fun Frolics: Two poems for December!

As is traditional for us at this time of year, we are sharing with you a couple of short pieces – both poems, this time – of a ‘seasonal nature’. We hope you like them! They’re just a bit of fun, not meant to be taken too seriously!













My Rudolph jumper (made by Mum) is splitting at the seams!

I’ve been trying to ignore it – but I do know what this means:

Too many mince pies eaten (and some custard creams)

I’m even seeing Christmas cake dancing in my dreams!


So once this week is over, I shall have to make amends.

A diet will be needed, or this gift from Mum will rend!

It’s just so very difficult when all my lovely friends

agree that on those sweeter foods our happiness depends!


But this cannot go on – there’s no way I can deny

that my clothes are getting tighter, and more I’ll need to buy.

So to save my pennies and my health, I will resist that pie,

even though I’m leaving now to have a little cry…










Festive fun frequents

Frightfully funny fellows.

Faces fixed focus

Fone fingers flicking.

Fretting following failure

Form further features.

Formulating future facts,

Forever feeling fortunate.

Fabulous famous followers,

Feathers fluttering frantically,

Frolic furtively forlorn.

Falsely farming favour.

Fostering frugal fondles.

Fruitful foreplay fragments,

Flounders foundation fidgets,

Fighting fiddly fidelity.

Flags flakey fingers,

Freezing Friday fortunes.

Fateful fake familiarity

Finally feelings freefall.

We both very much hope that you have a wonderful Yuletide and hugely enjoy any celebrations you are part of. We both celebrate Christmas so will be taking some time off with our families – and to recharge our creative batteries. But we’ll be back in early January. Have a magical New Year!

With lovelight blessings,
Joanna and Ron | The Lazuli Portals



Summit: Prose-poetry – and beautiful photography

Mountain panorama by Jono

Ron and I have been experimenting with writing prose-poetry, having learned a little about it at a workshop we attended with our local Writers’ Circle. While what we’ve written may not meet the stringent requirements of the form, we had fun crafting each piece, and hope you enjoy them.

I must point out that neither of us has ever climbed a mountain, so our writing is based purely on what was evoked by our imaginations when we saw a photograph of a mountain-top at the workshop.

The beautiful photographs included here are with the generous consent of my mountaineering brother-in-law (of whom I’m extremely proud!)

Jono near summit

Summit by Joanna

Seek the air, suck in a breath, feel its fragility.
Cry out, hear the echo of it rebound, stretch, on and on.
Touch the crackling crystals, taste the iced isolation.
Sense the stillness, the pressing presence of the end of the earth.
Listen, listen, to the vast voice of the land of snow and silence.
From ascension comes awe, as though we meet the heavens here, and render them real.

Jono on summit

 Summit by Ron

No time to enjoy the view then; on, driven to the next climb.
A sunrise, a sunset, the walk to work or lie-in; the treadmill of life in non-decreasing form.
Three white lines on road’s black canvas touch far away; until you get there.
Round and round the ring he prances, weight moving on and off; still on and on he must go.
Falling, always falling; down, always down – and with nothing below.


Images © Jonathan Astin.
See more of his fabulous ‘ruahine-tramper’ photographic collection, which includes images of New Zealand, on Flickr.
A big thank you to Jono for permitting us to include these images here.

Dancing In The Snow: A Christmas Poem


Dancing In The Snow

Soft as breath, flakes drift and swirl
cold to touch but feather-light.
We dance and spin, eyes closed
our snow-kissed lashes white
cheeks flushed winter-bright.

Echoes trail, sweet harmony
voices raised in carols clear.
We dance and spin, eyes closed
their music all that we can hear
our private symphony, drawn near.

Chords fall quiet as twilight comes;
we hum last lingering refrain.
We dance and spin, eyes closed
while day gives way to night again
and darkness shrouds our sleepy lane.

Snow retreats, and stars reveal
their distant sparkle reaching deep.
We dance and spin, eyes round
as team pulls sleigh in sky-crossing leap.
Our magical secret: one to keep!


Poem © Joanna Gawn 2014 | Image © Stuart Miles

We’ll be sending a bonus short story ~ A Little Christmas Sparkle ~ to our Newsletter subscribers tomorrow.

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Whatever festival(s) you celebrate at this time of year, we wish you peace, happiness, joy, and wellbeing.

We’ll be back in the New Year! Have a good one!

Joanna & Ron | The Lazuli Portals