snow on sea
salt flake melts on tongue
one tear falls
snow
I held ice tight
I held ice tight in my hand
water trickled from my fist
to my forehead
Then my hand was empty
but my fist remained
blood frozen in its veins
I rubbed knuckles on my eyes
my heart drum noised
my temples throbbed
All memories swirled in snow
all memories swirled
in snow
snow smokes
snow smokes across the sunset
my eyesight starts to fail
tomorrow grows ever distant
The snow hushes
The snow hushes my complaints as it slushes off my umbrella. “We’re sorry”, it says, “we’re April snow but we didn’t know”. It lies at my feet, is translucent and melts. Over the wall the river is rising, brown foaming.
snow dance
snow dance
snow dances
sun snow
sun snow
snow dances
snow danced
Light slices in
Light slices in through ice-swirled windows, high-piled snow deflecting its morning angle. Inside the room hot breath and sweat hang like mist, and fog the floor-length mirror. A finger could draw an arrow or a heart, write a promise or a threat. For now, like the overnight snow, the mirror remains inviolate.
Magpies on the snow
magpies hop in snow
shifting Rorschach trickery
eager cat’s tail flicks
The snow had come
The sky was blue but there was no sun.
The snow had come.
Thunder like a distant drum.
The snow had come.
I held your hand but your smile had gone.
The snow had come.
We knew the end would not be long.
The snow had come.
The snow had come and all our fears
Our fears that lasted through the years
Our future had now just begun.
The snow had come.
I like the snow but now I’m bored
I like the snow but now I’m bored. The dog’s been sick and the cats have clawed the sofa. I’ve run out of milk, I’m out of tea, no, I know it’s no disaster but it’s close enough for me. I’m grateful to the neighbours – the ones who’ve called – I love the snow but now I’m bored.
snow blind
snow blind
snow blinded
ways forward lost
a future is waiting
