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Snap Notts: Winter Wonderland

13 December 19 words: Michelle Mother Hubbard
photos: Emma Ford-Davies

Our regular poet and photographer collaboration head to Winter Wonderland to get you feeling all warm and festive...

Seasons Greetings from Nottnum’s Market Square

Streets complete with anticipation

Council House lavished in proud decoration

and there’s more treats to eat 

than bellies can compete with.

 

Money smells like ‘Mmm, food.’

Pockets are packed with fumbling fingers,

conveyor-belt consumers

searching in great numbers 

for the right gift, smile, memory.

 

Cameras skate

our city-centre wonder-scape

writing poetry

across each face.

 

Fake flake snow,

artificial Christmas tree aglow,

the lions are fed morsels
of sparkly bright tinsel.

 

This season’s rainfall

like fountains reflecting each light and bauble

a bottle of festive cheer

lays drunk and smashed on the floor.

A letter to Santa sleeps in a shop door.

 

Merrily on high, a pigeon tries to have a go

at decorating me with his own interpretation of snow.

Wooden garden sheds, glorified,

offer me their goods and supplies.

 

Hark, the ATMs a sing:

cash withdrawals
ker-ching, ker-ching, ker-ching.


Everyone’s sparkly, festively buzzing.

Ye Old Market Square doesn’t care if you’re bluffing.

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