Edinburgh is very pretty this morning now with thick snow everywhere, it makes the day seem extra bright. My last post was long, so here’s a short one: two poems I’ve written about snow.
Snow, by Eimear Bush
Softer than the moon, Dimmer than a torch, Last night it lit my room, I wakened to its touch. Through curtain, radiance, A subtle minor chord, It put me in a trance, Snow, at last, abroad. It makes afar come closer, The distant hills expand, Everything is quieter Because of snow on land. Each pace I take is short, A grip of firm-set boot, Stride tentative, I halt, Sense black ice underfoot. The lake is almost frozen, There rests a single gull, One leg tucked up behind him, Matching the landscape, still. Already there’s a thaw on, A melt as sun gains height, Dripping branch of blackthorn, It will freeze again tonight.
by Eimear Bush
Feathers from heaven Hypnotist’s dream state Shavings of birch bark Baby’s first haircut Half-woken mind Magic lace Love letters from ghosts God’s mattress burst its stuffing Slomo paint spray Sparklers winking Waking after an anaesthetic Angel’s dandruff Diamond chips falling Frost shard lullaby Lost soul fragments Flecks of ticker tape Trimmings of old man’s beard Battle of the duck down Dust mites, lustrous Lucent ash whirling Wordless call for silence Sky’s silver scrapings Shakedown of nature’s bounty Beauty impermanent Iridescent fireflies of snow.