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Poem Details
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| Title: | Winter Without Snow |
| Author: | Mark Perkins |
| Date Submitted: | 12/4/2008 |
| Poem: |
when the light hides behind a vast frozen blanket, the spirit takes to the wind like a moth to the sacred light in the sky. they found sister half-awake and hanging from a naked tree her neck was too swollen to feed her words. her mind was dismal, grayer than the gods that day. whenever mother gets home she churns the butter and she kneads the bread to rise. but her elbow is frozen and her hands are winter white. brother is snapping the twigs on the trees, trying see which are brittle enough to burn. but he has no flint and he has no match to feed him. father cut open a lamb and placed his hands inside. the blood warmed him for a while, but it wasn't long until the icy ghosts froze the sacrifice to his fingers. a woman knitted me a hat and lined it with father's fleece. now I have nothing but this hat and my jacket and my shoes as i stand in the monochromatic winter.... |