Sunday, 18 December 2011

Day Eighteen: 'The Ice Man' by Sian S Rathore

'The Ice Man'

Where do I walk, now?

Two steps behind you. Lined up backwards

So if you trip I’m first to catch

Your fear flushed paling

Dry tongued gasp.

See, I once was told

Your bones were hollow.

They pop like crack crystals on foil -

Or winter’s frosted sycamores

The leaves we wore like gloves.

I once saw you spit fire

Bolting on in heavy words

You thawed the very earth

And even very frozen me

And when you played my piano

Satie sat in your lap and ate from your palm.

Your teeth were wet with poison

and you tore a gully through my arteries

And I stood still.

Knowing - never stopping you -

There was nothing I wanted to do about it.

Sian S. Rathore

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