Poems - Ice Drive - Anna West

ICE DRIVE


There’s a coldness tonight that
Cuts like a knife
It spreads itself thinly
An invisible trap
To freeze locks stone solid
And paralyse windows.

 It wraps around crystalline verges
Sprinkle the glittering tarmac
Toasts the champagne of its
Sparkling hedgerows
Freezing the liquefied, malformed
Distortions of snowmen.

 An eerie black lake
Silent in cat’s eyes
Reflecting the star-studded sky
Lifted towards the misted out moon
And the beckoning plough, so clear
In the black spangled night.

 

ANNA WEST