THE FROGMORE POETRY PRIZE 2008

  D J Andrew
DELIRIUM IN WINTER: THE DESTINATION OF SNOW
 

This snow is the dressing gown of fashionable women;
this season is the extreme hunting ground.

  I have opened the back of her heart
  to find nothing ticking there.

That tree was a mistake lord;
it shouldn't be green.

  The walls of my house
  are extremely thin.

What is the destination of snow,
it cannot be the wind?

  A certain angel informs me
  it passes through the skull to heaven.

This is the word for those
going about in warm shoes:

  I know the black earth under the heart;
  have heard in hard weather
  my lover's last chill word.


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