Tonight's Poet Corner: Idyllic Scene
Idyllic Scene by Belinda Roddie Picture it: Christmas music warbling like a drunk but sleepy aunt, the simulation of a fireplace emitting the pretense of warmth while simultaneously not polluting the air. By the pin-up girl tree, a single wrapped present sits, waiting for a friend, all while the black cat has turned himself into a loaf on the couch. Here, we sip Amaretto and cider. We mix Irish cream and butterscotch schnapps. We eat chocolate covered peppermint cookies and potstickers fresh out of the coconut oil-greased pan. The blue blanket we cuddle over may not be weighted, but we can still relax. We can still celebrate the Yule. And best of all, we can finally figure out what it actually means to rest.