Now I am snowed under! The blizzard sat back
and raged, raised its drifts on every road between
here and nowhere, houses lost themselves, snow-blinded
under flickering street lamps; cold gripped the stones
and walls of everything. Time stood behind. Waiting.
© BH, 2024
This was an exercise with our local writers group. Seemed to go well, I thought. Now it’s your turn!
Four verses, four illustrations. But it’s all one poem.
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