Peter Wyton has performed his poetry at festivals and arts centres in the U.K. Currently preparing for the Ledbury Poetry Festival in July.
Hark The Herald
Fake snow adorns the windows. The holly
wreath rustles outside the Married Quarter.
Season of significance and folly,
magic for small sons and golden daughter.
The fighter pilot's mum, just down from Bath
until the New Year, decorates the tree.
The fighter pilot's wife's spontaneous laugh
embraces her bustling family.
"Now listen. Daddy's coming home tonight.
This gift's from you to him." Outside, in hell,
a Wing Commander blenches at the sight
and sound of jollity. He rings the bell,
one clenched fist crushing his uniform hat,
features frozen, astride the welcome mat.