Back in the days before Covid made us socially distance and neurotic, a passage from this was read out on during the Carols from King’s College at Christmas. So impressed was I by this that Amazon was tasked to send me the book.
A prose poem, this follows the hopes of seven year old Holly and the trials of down and out Robin through the eyes of the angel Charoum over Christmas Eve and into Christmas Day. It is a short story really rather than a poem, despite the line layouts: Malcolm Guite is your man if you want something that looks and feels “poetic”. That said, the poem is designed to be read out loud, and the varied line breaks means that each section has its own personality, voice and sense of time.
The sweep and vision of this is vast: we span not just the world from sunrise in Australia to London but also parallels are made between the refugee status of Mary and Joseph and the folk in Syria, which links to Rome’s colosseum and catacombs and with Saint Pancras, which then links back to the eponymous station in London, where Robin’s humanity is recognised by the volunteer Mesoum and Holly gets her wish fulfilled. Was that all one sentence? Ah well. :)
The language is lovely, and there’s some delightful and evocative images, and the mystical dreamlike state means that our sense of location is dislocated, as the narrative spans two places, or two people, or two times simultaneously.
At times when now we are isolated, and our vision is limited (in some cases) to four walls, we need poetry to open up our vision and our minds not just to wider spaces but to wider humanity.
So come on, support artists, by the book and open yourself to the promise and mystery of Christmas.