Hiya, its been a while since my last post, sorry, I think I just got a bit lost in the general Chaos of being a human being. Anyway, as Christmas is nearly upon us I thought I'd better buck my ideas up and send a festive missive. Perhaps you'll get that one nearer the time, but for now, here's this...
I suppose that Christmas can be about new beginnings; of seeing signs of hope in a seemingly hopeless world. With this in mind here's a poem called Virgin snow...
She drifts
down a slushy, whooshy,
sloppy street,
churned by feet and Prams
She was pure,
as was a patch of snow
clinging to the curb
splashed by passing
carrier carrying people cars
She flinched
but, she is as she was
untainted
but tainted
as she drifts
and drifted...
...head down,
scarf wrapped,
tight, as her skirt now,
which had flowed
like the snow
as it drifted in the wind.
A smile,
as she glanced down
at her passing figure
and the figure inside.
Untainted,
as she was,
untinted,
but tainted
by the slush
outside.
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