Theme: Memories

The Dream Ice

It had started last winter
he didn't know what to do with himself
now that he was seeing less and less of her

He remembered one night so intoxicating
now a memory whispered like a secret
'you pull the silk through the ring', she had said
'to test the fineness of the cloth'

He remembered the last time he saw her
when she pulled away from him
and her mouth simply listened
she was silent as a lamp post

And he, rootless then like a weed pulled from her garden
suddenly felt himself weary as a coal heaver
he knelt down on his marrow bones
by her still water

And stayed with her
until thick ribbons of ice formed
and pleasant milk and water snowflakes
softened the pale and sunless winter evening

He stayed until the black printers-ink sky
told him how long she had been away
then he went home sober as a statue
and fell asleep with the all the lights on

She would surely be home soon


More By  :  Bernie McCann

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