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.

While

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