Wednesday, August 14, 2019

Kit Kelen #1322 - the sky inside

1322
the sky inside

Uncle John used to say –  
‘many are cold but few are frozen’



clean winter yet
raucous

flights have recommenced  
it’s as if sound were light

the finger frost
still hollows

these voices through the wall

prepare for the leap
point ourselves up into the hours

everything steel to the touch

see window glint
by curtain – day!

think
crack sticks for a fire

spare me the breath of fresh air
shake a leg to warm it

in wool
and under down
by slipper

imagine a path to the hearth
imagine
others have had the half year dark
elsewhere the true cold

we’ll wimp through this

turn pages
though your fingers freeze

stay snug tucked up
with these ideas

a little wriggle warms us all
enjoy this while it lasts 

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