Breaking the Ice

By Silver Spun Sand

Tue, 26 Jan 2010
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Share a smoke, strolling home
from Camden Lock; watching lights
in bedrooms and lounges spring to life
in other people’s houses.

It is warmer tonight –
the thaw, slowly setting in. Not
much snow left, not here on the ground;
only slushy stuff.

Our bus beats us to the stop.
We run, full pelt; sit up top like a couple
of college-kids. Both, breathless...
can almost smell the melt.

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Submitted by Beeme on
I really enjoyed this, I especially enjoyed the second stanza. Beautiful imagery :-) Beeme xx

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Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks so much, Beeme. You are shining as brightly as ever I see;-) Tina xx

 

Submitted by Dynamaso on
Glad things are warming up over there. Good piece, too, by the way.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Hi there, Dynamaso;-) As for the great British weather, renownedly fickle...Yes, it is a touch warmer at present but I think they are a forecasting and 'Arctic blast' by the end of the week, so I think I'll get my sunbathing done today;-) Glad you enjoyed the 'pome' and thanks for telling me. All the best. Tina

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thank you Nathan - glad you enjoyed, and as usual, you have captured the mood of the poem in a nutshell. I am so encouraged that it obviously worked well, at least for you. Was just thinking about you as a matter of fact. Took a break and thought I'd have a look at good old ABC...and there you were;-) Tina xox

 

Submitted by shoe on
works for me too!:~}

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks, Shirley. Cheers;-) Tina

 

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
'smell the melt' love this phrasing, Tina! Very atmospheric poem - another great read ;) Magic xxx

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks to you indeed, Magic. Let's just hope things don't all freeze up again;-) Tina xxx