Tonight's Poet Corner: Wailing With Wassail

Wailing With Wassail

by Belinda Roddie

They say a hot mulled cider

is good for stopping tears, cinnamon

strong enough to conquer woes

and regrets about the night you

took your brother's wife to bed.

See, if you pour some special

Christmas charm into the mug,

straight out of a crystal vial,

the potion can do wonders for

your stomach, brewing up

a pot of courage that can

easily freeze over in the

winter breeze. There, look:

Here she comes now, skipping

to the Yuletide reel, ready

to sing a carol with you, drink

wassail with you, toast to

a better harvest with you, while

you wait for the heat to settle

so you can hide away in the snow.