Saturday, 15 December 2012

Day Fifteen: 'Tattoo in Winter' by Kate Noakes

Tattoo in winter

Ink is frozen under layers of cloth
like a painted mummy in the permafrost
of the far Siberian plain;

stories suspended till spring,
though just once in a while, somewhere
unexpected, a Christmas party, say,

colour leaches into light, blood in snow.
Its wearer becomes shaman.
Give her the stick, let her speak.

Kate Noakes

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