Monday, 17 December 2012

Day Seventeen: Untitled by Anna Percy

I have missed the snow
awoken in the dark to
the tinfoil noise of rain on
my dark blue window
I am wondering how many
snows are left for me
and think one day I will
have to explain snow
to small children who
think of it as a white mass
a malevolent presence that
stopped traffic and planes once
 and not feathery flakes that build
the relief these pills give me
from my ratcheting brain
and electrified nerves
gives way to a drugged sleep
from which I cannot wake,
I try, and steadily sink
and dream of my friend,
we are on a beach familiar to her
in my slumber I have taken away
her faculties and take her for ice cream.

Anna Percy

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