Ignoring The Prompt

Far too busy today to feel the glow of the inspiration prompt. Im juggling looking after my P's, moving and working in a shop. Note to self, must find more time to binge on Netflix write!

Christmas in January

A post xmas damp morning
The towns tree rises three stories.
The birds look down
Choosing instead the solid ground of rooftops.
The tree without lights and baubles,
Clings to attention.

A mother uses the tree as a point of interest,
Cajoling her toddler in the 'right direction'.
'Look at you!'
'I like your hair'.
A greeting propels them past the tree,
Towards a group of mothers and children.
Waiting in a queue outside the library.

A ring of crowd control barriers 
surround the base of the tree.
Held together with hooks and eyes.
A festive red ribbon weaves through its bars,
In places knotted and bowed,
In places sagging,
Clinging to a celebration.