COLD

Gold cherry

By samhennig

Mon, 12 Dec 2022
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5 comments
 

Cold seeps through crevices

that grow between the window 

and the wall. Like vines that 

creep into existence; enveloping

and overwhelming, entwining 

round and through and round and through;

stitches in your subconscious that make

you sure that you have only ever been cold.

Certificate PG
Poem

Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

This is exactly how it is!

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

yes! can't wait to go back to bed and be warm. Had not thought of droughts being like vines, but they are

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I agree with Di, what a great metaphor for draughts, reminds me of our kitchen windows that aren't double glazed. A seasonal poem indeed.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

A wonderfully imaginative and wholly accurate description of what it means to feel chilled to the bone - and it's our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day! Please do share/retweet if you enjoy it too.

Picture copyright free from Pixabay.

Submitted by catherine poarch on

Beautifully small and accurate. I loved the 'round and through and round and through'  which seemed to add silence and timelessness to it.