What to do when Santa Claus comes a-knocking at your door. A Poem by Marie Marshall

 
 

Who is the eldritch, hooded wight 
  a-clamb’ring on my roof?
I quiver here below in fright – 
  I hear a cloven hoof. 
I hear a rustling fall of soot – 
  I feel a dread, a chill 
to think a devil-riven foot 
  behaunts my skylight-sill!

Who is that hulking Jack-o’-Night 
  a-scratching at my door, 
with shapeless sack and grey corpse-light, 
  his mantle red as gore?
What devilry is this? I fear 
  the safety of my soul – 
a mocking “Ho, ho, ho!” I hear 
  from this misshapen troll!

I take my hatchet sharp and bright, 
  I raise it o’er my head, 
I bring it down with main and might – 
  his hand is severëd!
“You’ll have no toys from me!” he cries – 
  the hoofbeats pound again…

They found me covered in mince pies…

 They tell me I’m insane!

 
 

Marie Marshall

Marie Marshall is an Anglo-Scottish author, poet and editor. Her first collection of poems, Naked in the Sea, was published in 2010 and reviewed in Sonnetto Poesia that same year, and her second collection, I am not a fish, in 2013. Since 2005 she has published over two hundred poems, mainly in magazines and anthologies, but the most extraordinary places in which a poem of hers has appeared include on the wall of a café in Wales, and etched into an African drum at the New Orleans Museum of Art. Her first novel, Lupa, was published in 2012. She is well-known in Scotland for her macabre short stories. Her web site can be found at mairibheag.com. Of writing poetry and sonnets she says, “I did not start writing until 2004, so I am very much a twenty-first century writer. I write anything, any kind of poetry that I feel the urge to tackle ― sonnets included.”

 
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