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…
‘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…