Daily Poem Chill


Calm not quiet, clammy not cold

Distilled not mirky spread not withered

Green, pale transparent creeping with little reflection

Tall drifter smiles in other knowing pleasing

Sawn wood hammered to make new box

Trouble garden wedding with burnt cake

Mix a stream of clouds to break the messy forecast

Level the road

Water settles in rapid rainfall

Car skids in and out of hard shoulder

Clips the ancient mailbox and disappears into frozen river

Chilled despatch


November 20th

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2014

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