Mark R Slaughter


Winter - Poem by Mark R Slaughter

A cracked lip; raw skin.
I pined for orange flickers
Dancing off a cheery fire.

A gelid blast of arctic air
Had caught me unawares -
Reinforcing my desire.

Turning down an avenue,
I froze; suspicious trees -
Likely destined for a pyre -

Were laughing off the icy chill
Of callous winter nights.
And I? Simply to retire

Snug, inside a balmy chair
Of warming solitude:
Ah! my carol, my festive choir.


Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009










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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 24, 2012


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