Three Awkward Ears - by
ice-burned tongues / clump into celestine’s / eye-blue spar
ice
Viking Horse-bone Ice Skates - by
The horse won’t know how its metatarsal
/ can be whittled by friction with the lake,
/ how the act of skating is part…
Winter (EM) - by
The year goes, the woods decay, and after,
/ many a summer dies. The swan
/ on Bingham’s pond, a ghost, comes and goes.
/ It…
chan eil mi nad aghaidh - by
1
/ chan eil mi nad aghaidh a thaistealair ghil
/ tha thu ruith tro mo chuislean mar…
TV Hockey - by
Players, humped as oxen, brood in boxes;
/ One by one stumble from their cages
/ (Lift of gulls, swing and loop and lag
/ And…
The Ice-Wolf - by
Who doesn’t know I come from Rastušje
/ And went to school in Podvinje?…
/
/ A winter’s morning. Frost.
/ I’m walking alone from the village.
/ Passing…
‘A single quaver…’ - by
A single quaver
/ of loosening ice
/ extends across the silence,
/ revives the air
/ with the almost forgotten song
/ of snow melting to water
/ and of water…