Beera has ten heads...
by Jo Halliday
like skaters on ice, bumping
and giggling, as cold on the red tips of their noses,
the condensed days with long nights the fullblooded gnashing of teeth;
the clouds come and go today and leave footprints, brief ones
and the snow is rich with red blossoms. home early the birds tremble.
Posted on 06/02/2010
Copyright © 2022 Jo Halliday
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Brian Roberts on 06/03/10 at 01:55 AM|
An unforgettable ode to winter- 'the birds tremble' evoked a harrowing, pitying scene. Great write.
|Posted by Max Bouillet on 06/04/10 at 03:44 AM|
Vibrant and cold but holding the promise of life and future. Dazzling imagery that impresses itself on the mind of the reader. Thanks for sharing.