Poems and Poetry

Rubbish Movies | A Poem by George Sandifer-Smith & Kathryn Charlotte Hill

Full-blooded nights of twelve or thirteen hours
are one of my favourite Christmas traditions,
spent having you all to myself,
collecting the years I didn’t know you
greedily together
in one room of deep reds.

We watch rubbish movies
as you pull my cardigan close around yourself;
it swallows you up.

I don’t love you.
Not like that, anyway,
I say it again, again,
again, until the words become
your name.

I want to be the knit stitch of my own cardigan –
weave myself into you.

Characters laugh and the film
fades in and out.
The slow, content, silence grows
and I smile for tradition.



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