Poem by Voirrey A. Wild
Photography by Robin Zahler
The December rain fell,
Like Stands of silver tinsel
and the wind whistled through the West End
The winter market offered colour and warmth
and we hoped that many would attend
Hot soup,crusty buttered bread and a warm brew
Were available to warm us through
Smiling faces welcomed us
As we left the cold outside
Colourful displays held our attention
A feast for your eyes
There were handmade gifts
So varied
It was difficult to choose
Christmas gifts for all occasions
It really was a festive haven
Rainbow coloured mandalas
Recycled and reclaimed
Another stall with coasters on
And plant pots did the same
The Creative West End Magic
Really showed at every stall
And the musical Entertainment
Had us thoroughly enthralled
You could try your hand at printing
and many had a go
The book exchange had lovely chats
And plenty found a home
The hope is we inspired you
And cheered your afternoon
And that we too,can welcome you
To more things like this soon
by Voirrey A Wild - The Nib Crib
Poem by Voirrey A Wild
Voirrey plays a big roll in the local amateur dramatics and writing community. She has won competitions for short stories for newspapers and radio.