This winter witch

Frost, cold winds … all the markings of winter, and she’s very much here, not in hiding at all … but snowdrops are out! …

THIS WINTER WITCH

wide grey cloak quivers                      
in a stiff wind
slow feet bring solidity
to the lake
while her sharp nose leers
from the eaves
the window becomes a portrait
painted by her breath

every time the door opens
a bony toe touches the heater
and a cold voice
shrouds my face

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first   published in the Camel Saloon

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</ a>’A Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art. From Inanna Publications, 2016.