Tuesday, 13 January 2015

Perpetual Twilight


(New Year’s Eve 2014/2015)

Your poem lays unwritten
Words scatter
This voluptuous snow
Will not settle
We argue about
The special arithmetic
Of lost daylight
Not much of a plight if we lived
Beyond the North Pole Circle
Where the sun just won't bother
To spell "dawn"
And unknown beasts
Shrink to a shadow
I’d rather count the
Blooms of wild myrtle
With you, my dear
I’ll nest inside
This winter’s abattoir
I won’t mind the bite
As long as we can still fly our kite
In the soft shades
Of life in perpetual twilight

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