tonight the brittle trees
rattled and snapped in wind and the stars broke
trembling like shattered ice.
logs and frozen heather creaked
and starlight shook under our feet.
my son and i went onto the moor,
walking under drapes of a low sky.
a skull cracked underfoot;
a tarred roof winked; a snowball fell;
then quiet that seemed to glow.
we came indoors when we had stared at snow.
now we change our places at the hearth
like penguins on an ice flough. draughts
enter through wall and roof: the swords
of cold sneak through our warmth
like poison threading liquid in a glass
this poem is called 'cold'. i really need to know what it means. really means. like i need it to be deciphered. is it something to do with death?
please help. thankyou.
oops, instead of flough. its meant to be floe.
rattled and snapped in wind and the stars broke
trembling like shattered ice.
logs and frozen heather creaked
and starlight shook under our feet.
my son and i went onto the moor,
walking under drapes of a low sky.
a skull cracked underfoot;
a tarred roof winked; a snowball fell;
then quiet that seemed to glow.
we came indoors when we had stared at snow.
now we change our places at the hearth
like penguins on an ice flough. draughts
enter through wall and roof: the swords
of cold sneak through our warmth
like poison threading liquid in a glass
this poem is called 'cold'. i really need to know what it means. really means. like i need it to be deciphered. is it something to do with death?
please help. thankyou.
oops, instead of flough. its meant to be floe.