The sleigh only flies
in slowed down
snowed
downtime
when we have time
for logs and mulled wine
and the world can't get here
or us there
because of the risk of
slipsliding on that blueblack ice
on this back country lane
The sleigh takes us back to a pre petrol age
The sleigh is casting stars
in a sparkling snowtrail
of hail off the runners
it lands on foxprints on a sugar topped cake
a sonic boom of thunder
in its wake.
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | December 18, 2010 - 18:33
What a vivid picture you paint with your words here Camilla.
"The sleigh is casting stars
in a sparkling snowtrail
of hail off the runners
it lands on foxprints on a sugar topped cake..."
Actually, the view from my window right now, is as you describe - minus sleigh, unfortunately;-)
Tina
Highhat | December 18, 2010 - 18:52
Let there be snow when you can describe its presence so well Camilla
;)Pia
camilla | December 18, 2010 - 22:16
My garage once held a horse and buggy/carriage/trap. I'd love it if one could actually harness a sleigh.
Unfortunately they might make it with a gritter in the lane and 4x4s still pass.
I was hoping to convey that imagination only "flys" when there is mental space for it (which I didn't).
We need magical babies and Santas ,but the mind has to have time and space for such things.
shoe | December 19, 2010 - 12:52
Love the idea of a sonic boomed sleigh ride, real or imaginary.