Blizzards

(Snowballs in Hell)

by T.P. Wilkinson / January 24th, 2016

Brought this year
no winter sudden
stretching
miles
drifting
words
form
falling
piles
for frozen fear.
Factoids
fast
in flurries
descend,
together
clumped,
imagined
unique,
each flake
forged,
flagrant
deceit,
moistened
by the humid
air,
like viscous
tar
in sticking
hair,
smothering
truth,
dispelling
youth
in the vicious
gales
of homely,
hibernal
war.

T.P. Wilkinson, Dr. rer. pol. writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..

This article was posted on Sunday, January 24th, 2016 at 8:04am and is filed under Poetry.