Sonnet as riddle, which is snow of course though I like how you've
introduced other elements. It's a Matthew Sweeneyish poem as metaphor. Very
well turned piece Christina.
bw
James
>From: Christina Fletcher <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: New sub: Mr White
>Date: Wed, 8 Jan 2003 11:48:19 EST
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> Mr White
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> I'm clean and unexpected when I come
> to brush your hair and settle on your coat,
> weaving those criss-cross patterns as I form
> amnesic blankets. Touch me and I'll melt -
> the icy lover turned to mush - but then
> I'll chill in slippery sheets - invisible
> under thin layers of myself. And when
> you step on me I'll harden. But I'll fall
> again, to seep into your shoes and freeze
> your toes. I'll bite your fingers too - you'll see -
> and then I'll scald your ears and nip your nose
> to send you snivelling to the surgery.
> Shovel your salt and gravel by the ton -
> one slip and I'll be there to snap a bone.
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> christina fletcher
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