A snow-dome iris, cracking through the screen…
This spell of wintry weather reminded me of a poem I wrote and put on some Christmas cards some years back – which is very wintry indeed…I think it was mainly to do with playing around with the image-paraphernalia of snow and wintry landscapes; so perhaps it’s not my most successful poem – but I hope it paints interesting pictures, at least (and follows a sonnet form too – good old ABABCDCDEFEFGG – as a technical exercise!).
Still working on my second sci-poem of the week, which I’m hoping to pop up later – but in the mean time, here is my snowy sonnet, entitled:
There is a blizzard in our eyes sometimes;
A snow-dome iris, cracking through the screen.
Our cabins locked within a shaking mime
As giant flakes engulf the fish-eyed scene.
There is ice within our smile some days;
Sharp fragments dripping from our roof top lips.
The mountains mouth an O, the silence plays
On plastic pine tree pivots where Earth tips.
There is a frost across our minds some nights
Which petrifies the valleys of our thought.
It hushes colour, crushes light and slights
Our source; stills the singing of the stream.
Yet constant is the chorus of the flame
Each cabin’s candle dances, seeks the same.