Christmas With Monsieur Bublé

By Turlough

Thu, 16 Dec 2021
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12 comments
 

A portfolio of lively tunes

A carousel and gay balloons

To start, the handsome Gaul festoons

Season’s greetings most profound

To all of those who’ve gathered round

 

Astonishing performance feats

A monkey juggles to earn treats

He tries to sing as he competes

To be the pride of the Monsieur

A furry creature turned jongleur

 

To titillate excited guests

A Turkish woman on request

Reveals the tattoos on her chest

A serpent, panther, pipes of Pan

An amulet from Uzbekistan

 

The strongman lifts above his head

A canon filled with balls of lead

A Gypsy chants to reach the dead

Magicians cast their magic spells

And wee folk dance in shoes with bells

 

For nourishment at quarter past

Each hour is served a great repast

Into gaping festive mouths are cast

Rich delicacies from eastern lands

Brought here by camels across the sands

 

Fruit and flesh of every kind

Persian spices all combined

To tempt the pallet and the mind

Sassafras, cloves and fenugreek

Morsels lure both strong and weak

 

On table tops huge kegs of wine

From lush green slopes along the Rhine

Dry or sweet all taste divine

In sparkling crystal held to toast

Their benefactor and noble host

 

Dancing goes on ‘til it’s light

Faces shining with delight

Hoping they can dance all night

But with pinching toes some sit and sigh

With cup of tea and a hot mince pie

 

Image: Created by me.

Inspiration: Found in the work of some other ABC Tales writers.

Certificate PG
Poem
Poetry in Commotion
Fantasy
Humour

Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Seen or imagined? It is reminscent of fantasies of a previous era. Such a mix – socialising and entertaiment and feasting without TV!.

Complex tattoos make me feel squeamish, imagining their being done, I suppose. And trickery always seems such a mix of teasing slight-of-hand and dangerous nonsense.

A strong miusical gripping flow again to your writing, concise. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Turlough on

Oh, definitely imagined Rhiannon, apart from the cuppa and the mince pie.

I was trying to create the scene of an outrageously extravagant party thrown in Victorian times by a wealthy eccentric for his friends, neighbours and servants. I suppose this is me having a crack at fantasy which usually leaves me a bit cold.

I really dislike the standard tattoos of anchors, football stuff, Disney characters, indecipherable Japanese text and ‘Luv U Mum’ but when they are done well containing original and unusual material I find them interesting and a little exotic. Each to their own though, I suppose.

And as for real life magicians … well ... err … yawn!

Thank you very much for reading my writing and for leaving your comment.

Turlough

Submitted by donignacio on

Such excellent images this one puts in my mind. Great work as always :D

 

Submitted by Turlough on

Thanks very much for reading it. Your comment is greatly appreciated, as always.

smiley

Turlough

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Am glad you went further with this idea from one of your comments :0)

 

Submitted by Turlough on

Thanks Di. I had your suggestion of dabbling with a bit of fantasy in mind when I started tapping away at this, along with all the festive mince pie spiciness that the internet is awash with at the moment and Paul, in the first part of his latest story, filling my head with how Christmas might be at Michael Bublé’s house.

Turlough

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Turlough,

I can only imagine being at a feast such as in your well rhymed poem. You certainly produced some great visualization, it was all going around in my mind, with women in ball gowns and men in tuxedos wearing masks while watching these performances. 

I think your fantasy was fine and adds a touch of magic to the poem.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Turlough on

Hello Jenny.

Your description of what you saw in the poem is just about what I was aiming for, so I was very pleased to read your comment. Thank you for that.

Turlough

Submitted by marandina on

Read with trepidation. I am at the point in the season where I am reaching for a gun if I hear one more Buble song crooned on the radio. Thankfully, your poem was a feast of sophistication and curiosity and no direct reflection of more "Buble Yuletide endeavour" . A genuinely interesting read. Paul :)

 

Submitted by Turlough on

Thanks very much Paul.

The mention of yer man Bublé during the festive season in the excellent story you gave us last week was largely what prompted me to write this. Please forgive me if it is not an accurate depiction of how Christmas celebrations might be in your bit of Birmingham.

Season's greetings and ta-ra a bit.

Turlough

Submitted by hilary west on

A nice, satisfying poem of good length. Enjoyed reading it !!!

hilary   yes

 

Submitted by Turlough on

It's kind of you to say so. Thank you very much Hilary.

Turlough