FrostA Killing Frost
now that the stormy nights of summer
have exhausted your passion for lovemaking
and have left you complacently standing
like some lesser figure in a wintry tableau
there in the far corner of the yard.
with eyes the darkest colour of coal
and with arms disjointed and as thin as twigs
locked in an anomalous arthritic pose.
a little too red
and a nose that mimics a crooked carrot
from which a single icicle warms
in the late afternoon sun and drips indifferently
in random rivulets that crease the length of your perfect body
with the beautiful imperfections of age and ice.
and every spark of last light ignites
my desire for you still
even as I watch you from the window
behind drapes of silky sheer frost
quietly crackling across the glass
and creating vaporous designs that plume and bloom
until the pane is full
and you disappear completely
into the moonless night.
I see you
have dressed yourself in snow againnow that the stormy nights of summer
have exhausted your passion for lovemaking
and have left you complacently standing
like some lesser figure in a wintry tableau
there in the far corner of the yard.
I see you
there with a stove pipe carefully tilted on your headwith eyes the darkest colour of coal
and with arms disjointed and as thin as twigs
locked in an anomalous arthritic pose.
I see you
with your half-smile lipsa little too red
and a nose that mimics a crooked carrot
from which a single icicle warms
in the late afternoon sun and drips indifferently
in random rivulets that crease the length of your perfect body
with the beautiful imperfections of age and ice.
I see you
in the slant of sunsetand every spark of last light ignites
my desire for you still
even as I watch you from the window
behind drapes of silky sheer frost
quietly crackling across the glass
and creating vaporous designs that plume and bloom
until the pane is full
and you disappear completely
into the moonless night.
Beautiful words !
ReplyDeleteA serious attachment to a snowman or an esoteric metaphor of profound enlightenment not understood by moi--I know not.
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I like this :
ReplyDelete"I see you
in the slant of sunset
and every spark of last light ignites
my desire for you still
even as I watch you from the window
behind drapes of silky sheer frost
quietly crackling across the glass
and creating vaporous designs that plume and bloom
until the pane is full
and you disappear completely
into the moonless night."
I've felt frozen like that .......
Beautiful words ...
ReplyDeleteThank you for your comments.
ReplyDeleteI found this poem in my files, and for the life of me, I do not remember the context in which I wrote it.
It's a bit odd, I suppose. A mixture of feelings based on how one can respond to another's drifting indifference.
Something like that ... ;O]
While I might not fully understand this poem, I still like it very much. Is that possible?
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