David Wood

Gold Star - 9,925 Points (07 April 1950 / London)

Ides Of March - Poem by David Wood

Beware the ides of March goes the saying
The 15th of March was one of the coldest
Of days with the wind chill down to minus
Ten and the wind blowing right through
Clothing chilling flesh to the bone, numbing
The senses.

The river Tawe was but an icy flow of
Cold water flowing out to the Bristol
Channel under the city's two bridges
Where traffic flowed unaware of the cold,
As the sun shone through fast moving
Cumulus clouds.

People waiting for busses shivered in
Big coats and long faces as passers by
Walked to keep warm in this cold snap
Of weather sent with love by Russia.
Swansea shivered in the embers of
Winters cold chill.

Comments about Ides Of March by David Wood

  • Gold Star - 5,673 Points Margaret O Driscoll (9/13/2015 8:21:00 AM)

    Enjoyed reading this, reminds me of living in Swansea in the snow of 81/82? ? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 26, 2013

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