Ice fingers crept up closed window,
engine running, still warm inside.
Momentum slowing, inertia stalled,
pausing before him. Black gloved
insistence, no through way today.
Twilight decorated for Christmas,
flashing blue lights against frozen grey.
Utter contradiction, traditional feeling,
warped to fearful sadness, forgetting
for a moment the snowballs and crackers.
So quickly clock hands spin, held
in time’s grasp, these seasons slipping past.
As winter waits at the door watching
autumn’s debut dance, those who
cannot forget await wheel of law
delivery of hollow justice.
Leaves start drifting down
at the cooling breeze insistence
all is quiet here, except memories.
(I don’t normally put explanations of poems, but this poem is based on a narrative of my Christmas day 2010, and I dedicate it to the memory of Joanna Yeates)
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