Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #3, 2016

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[Inspired by Silences’ “Sister Snow”:]

Shades of grey in white relief.

Cold solid glazed with frosting, softening

sharp angles of the city; muting

sound of feet, endless steps.  A space,

brief, in which to think, consider

without pressure what really – round

another block – what actually

is happening here.  Indeed, where

had she gotten herself?  Not just here,

gazing dumbly into clouded windows

of café after café, each filled

with faces happy, animated with lives

free from cares such as hers.  Fingerless

gloves leaving little hand prints in the frost,

reminder that she passed this place, here she was

(her own personal, momentary graffiti;

signature a frayed thread pressed in ice).

On she trod, no destination, air

a cloud before her.  Private storm of breath.

When all this melted, what would be left?

[Copyright © N R Nolan 2016]