Wednesday, 20 January 2010


She’s a white queen with pretty feet of ice

on a year’s starting blocks, a cold killer,

consumpter, tragedy organizer

but she is also a clear and chique bride

who has scattered confetti on billions,

a new-child and a playful, gradual

enticer to light and daughter of wind,

howler and bellower in snowfull shapes,

bender of trees, isolator, thrasher,

tester of cowering blood-hot humans:

in awe of her strength we are forced inwards,

warmwards, to a log fire, hearth; each other.

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