Theatre and book reviews by Janice Dempsey
Dismantling Christmas Decorations
Crisp, curled like Dead Sea Scrolls,
last year’s ivy leaves drift drily down
from their temporary perch above the picture frames.
I’m late: Twelfth Night was yesterday.
Last year we left the LED tree from Habitat
twinkling on the coffee table until May.
And nothing special went wrong in twenty-twelve
(no more than usual