A collection of poems and other writings...

Wednesday 23 March 2016

Thaw

There is an icing
on the window
after this last night
cold has bitten pits into the railings
and frozen 
animal tears 
in the sockets of eyes.

I would paint the sun rise
from here
contemplating distances
in hours
measuring dividing miles 
in sighs.

But you could
colour a new colour,
for I am tired
of these greys and blacks
that I have found of late.
You could bring
a new palette
and refresh my water jar
that I might clean my brushes.

With swift determined strokes
upon the vellum sheet
I would flake the cyan sky
above your head
and the dust dry land
beneath your feet
for
I perceive
the brightness
of a Southern sun
in your hair.

Sound me a new sound
For I am weary of my groans
and moans.
Whisper me secrets
that will tease 
this dwindled flame
into life again
for it has grown lethargic
in this customary dark.

I would crack the hoarfrost
that encrusts my beard.



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