Poem: December

2nd December 2020

Go beach-barefoot in December…?
  Not as often as September.
Barebod bathing in December???
  December’s lure’s a sunny sea!

Surely sane folk, come November…?
  No, they don’t: still in December.
But the temperature, in December?
  Still some summer memory.

Same behaviour, in December…?
  No, no, no: change in November!
So what alters, come November?
  No more night swims, not for me!

Naked flames again, December:
Through the evening, flares and embers.
Stoveside stretching makes remember
How it so long past would be…

Sixty-year-ago December –
After bathtime, shivering timbers
Down cold stairs to flares and embers:
Bareskin firelove, age of three!

© Christopher Jessop 2020