November
2006
Glasgow, 12th March 2006
The snow poured from the sky,
blanketing the city;
softening it’s hard edges.
Even the river was made presentable,
the shopping trolleys and all other jetsam
camouflaged under the eight inches –
a burnt cake hidden by icing.
The trees bowed over our heads,
weighted down with snow,
and in that frozen morning
even the lightest touch on a trunk
unleashed an avalanche
that slithered down our necks
and made us shriek –
not an uncommon sound down by the river Kelvin,
this though was entirely joyful.
2 Responses to “Glasgow, 12th March 2006”
when robbie read this at the QM i actually had a small laughing fit at the back of lacuna, over those last three lines:
“and made us shriek –
not an uncommon sound down by the river Kelvin,
this though was entirely joyful. ”
that was hilarious. nice touch.
A eautiful poem - you write as visually as a painting.