Sweet Rhythms of Winter.
Once proud Pine, King of the lounge,
garden dumped, slumped,
redundant Christmas tree,
frozen arms, thumbs.
Needled myrtle coat,
thread-bared to russet.
Clogged by flawed festive bulbs,
whispering between themselves,
teased by sleet soaked
Stung by freeze-mint air.
A dolly, felt tip tattooed,
her body ached and throbbed.
Mute of giggles, hair
deep garnet dress, faded thin,
Lost shoe, lost shawl,
Glass eyes, tears captured in time,
snowflakes cling to lashes of copper...
She looks like a Linda.
White powder sizzles under ghost-grey Earth.
Empty pockets decline, decay
as baby blooms inhale first breaths.
thread through crayoned grass, a patchwork mat.
White Crocus flamingly flap open,
their flared frocks bunch as one…
A diamante disc.
Freezing Breezes curl in flurried globs
in Winter’s fairy-talegarden,
as sweet rhythms cradle
a silhouetted twilight.
Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.
'Angel' by Gowri Sankar. 2011.