This Christmas Canzonette is a ‘Linnet’s Wings’ collection of poetry and art compiled by our editors from a selection that was composed and created by a plethora of lovely voices. It’s our way of saying thanks for all our blessings in 2021; a way to close down the year as we prepare to welcome a new one through. I am grateful to all our poets, artists and editors who gave freely of their time through the upload and editing process, and especially to Tom Sheehan who allowed us to feature his work for the issue and who also agreed to an interview in the issue.
Tom has a lifetime lived, a lifetime of work and passion for his craft and we appreciate the time he spends with us. I hope you enjoy The Linnet’s Wings presentation and I would like to wish you all the best of what this season of light, love, and grace has to offer.
Marie Fitzpatrick Managing Editor
Below please find our contributor listing with a small selection of poetry quotes and art titles which can be found within the issue:
Featured Poet Tom Sheehan Time is merely circular and I catch myself and it coming together by degrees and by handful, by handful, old faces left for my finding at oddest hours.
Poetry Akeith Walters: It’s just a glance, though, reflected in glass
Anne Donnellan: When my unborn issue was death destined
Bill West: Ice stretched/before us/starry with bird tracks
C.D. Sinex: They’ve taken down the Christmas trees/and no one waits for Santa’s lap.
Dennis Moriarty:
Plump as a Buddha in the lotus position/ On a temple floor. Irene Cunningham: Money snows, rains…dies. Humans lust
Jane Fuller: There’s a vixen/patrolling her/last minute larder
Jenni Pascoe: Join us for your no frills, extra value Christmas dinner
Jo-Ann Newton: Across avocado woodchip/Rudolf pulled Santa through our living room
John C. Mannone: the bridge that stood the test of shame/the bridge of blood
Judith A. Lawrence: In dreams you slide into view/ tip your hat, wink and soft shoe
Kathleen Cassen Mickelson: A white squirrel chattered, /flicked his tail and ran
KB Ballentine: I sowed them in September’s charm/serenaded the bride
Keith Evetts: I am a child of May blossom/ blown away sunshine
Mandy Macdonald: on the windowsill/the last begonia falls
Marie Fitzpatrick
In seasons set in common riffs, / where fertile clouds rework the shifts
Marion Clarke: cold snap/a robin flicks snow/from its tail
Michael Wooff: The shutter of its camera clicks
Nick Bowman: Ranks of paleness spotted with russet, /dense nutmeg
Noel King: Your pheasants were never eaten, / hung like trophies
Oonah V Joslin: smear of cream, glass of wine/ complete contentment
Rp Verlaine: As a rock club’s carolers /impersonate
Terry Jude Miller: it never snows here/until it does/we awake to a satin world
Tina Cole: Ease off wellingtons while the bare arms/of trees shed Winter blossom
Art Andrea Castilla: Section Introduction: Lola and her Friends
Caolan Clarke: Moonlight on the City
Dr Suzanne Conboy-Hill: The Speed of Things
Irene Cunningham: Sounding the Alarm
Judith A. Lawrence: Cat in the Hat
Lisa Cihlar: Winter Blues
Maire Morrisey-Cummins: Shadows on Snow
Mari: Soft Shoe
Marion Clarke: Coastal Redwoods
Taryn Clarke: The Winter Visitor
Photography Marie Fitzpatrick:
The Twelve Bens
Oonah Joslin:
Bolam Lake
Sean Fitzpatrick: Swan Family on Christmas Morning
Classic Art Berthe Morisot: Little Dancer
Edgar Degas: Millinery Shop
Hiroshige: Wind Blown Grass Across the Moon
Peter Brugel the Elder:
Hunters in the Snow
Vincent van Gogh: Covered Cottages, a Couple with a Child, and Other Walkers
