Mark R Slaughter


A Winter Pond - Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Sting-chill of winter matt -
Her frozen hand caressed us all;

And calming bleach of silence
Pressed upon the rustic scape
To leave an ashen underbelly -
Once raging summer chroma.

Even Winter's gelid lungs laboured
Under heavy drag of flakes -
Their pilgrimage: to stay a deadened floor
In crunch-white peace.

And round about, the weight of time
- Collapsing under Winter's drag -
Transmutes to grey: it's three o'clock -
No lights pricking black out here! -
Even the night globe,
The Great Reflector - stonewalled;
Camouflaged by lead-laden cloud
Lolling in the claustrophobic noon.

At ground, a farm pond -
Seized in a dark hiatus -
Offered up repentance -
Why, it dared to harbour life!

I forgave it in my desperate gaze
Upon the crazy-paving surface,
That sealed in the black-chill temperature,
Where at bottom, something nithered
Still survived.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010










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  • Gold Star - 14,311 Points * Sunprincess * (8/25/2012 1:53:00 PM)

    Winter is one of my favourite seasons... :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 27, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, November 7, 2014