“Vibrant, like a wire…”

Garlic has little to do with this poem.

This poem so captures what I love about the winter here. Well, except for the nunneries part. Nunneries, grey or otherwise, are not an obvious feature of the local landscape.

Zero Holding
by Robyn Sarah

I grow to like the bare
trees and the snow, the bones and fur
of winter. Even the greyness
of the nunneries, they are so grey,
walled all around with grey stones —
and the snow piled up on ledges
of wall and sill, those grey
planes for holding snow: this is how
it will be, months now, all so still,
sunk in itself, only the cold alive,
vibrant, like a wire — and all the
busy chimneys — their ghost-breath,
a rumour of lives warmed within,
rising, rising, and blowing away.

2 thoughts on ““Vibrant, like a wire…”

  1. Scotia Nightpoetry says:

    Loved everything about this poem – it’s imagery. it’s use of language and it’s ability to draw on both our memories and dreamscapes.

    Great work – best wishes from Brian in Scotland, UK.

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