Thankyou Donald, that's a lovely way to put it. I'm very glad you like the poem.
Marion
--- On Wed, 7/1/09, Zirilli, Donald <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> From: Zirilli, Donald <[log in to unmask]>
> Subject: Re: Father Frost
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Date: Wednesday, 7 January, 2009, 1:12 PM
> Beautiful crystal of a poem. It's got elegance,
> sublimity, and a "joke"
> at the end that is both funny and sad. You put me into a
> dream and then
> wake me up at the end.
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: The Pennine Poetry Works
> [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> Behalf Of Marion McCready
> Sent: Tuesday, January 06, 2009 6:40 PM
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: Father Frost
>
> Airy glitter,
> living flutter
> crackles in my mouth.
>
> A white weave of spicules
> spreads across
> translucent ground.
>
> Spin, spin,
> the busy bones
> spill the warp, the weft.
>
> Dress my skin
> in chrystalline,
> in milky rime and rest.
>
> Take me for a sculpture;
> a marble Caryatid.
> Take me in
>
> your feather hands,
> shape my arms, my legs.
> Soothe me with
>
> your silent songs,
> blow into me your breath.
> Across the fields
>
> the pancakes burn,
> she's praying
> I'll catch my death.
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