Monday, 14 January 2019

A Poem a Day (88): While

Here’s a poem I wrote on November 24, 2018, for JD Mader's 2minutesgo website. It’s a great place to go and write whatever is in your head, and read what others are writing in the group, and give/get feedback. It happens every weekend. Cheers.


The things we ought to say
In the morning and the after
Noon, the open and close,
The beyond and there forgotten.
We tread slowly, we tread
Swiftly, papering the cracks,
Removing the tiny webs from
Beneath it all. The house eyes
Us steadily through cracked,
Spoiled windows, the bitter
East wind blowing, and winter
Wracks its chill. Faint scent of
Mulled wine, the red spilling
Out, circling, and into it I dip
A finger, relishing the taste
On my lips, beyond this snow.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, November 24, 2018

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