A Potato Sonnet: Jersey Bennes for Christmas
- Carolyn McCurdie
They gleam in the black
crumbled earth;
steady, as if candles
glow through layers of silk,
and underpin the season's quick
shifts of tinselled light,
and the brisk toe-tap, chatter
of crowds in the street.
This is old, wondrous
as moon-rise,
mundane
as the maternal voice
that calls, come in
to the table.
• Carolyn McCurdie is a Dunedin poet and novelist.
