To Snowdrop Poem by Peter S. Quinn

1.

The sea wolf comes with each tide
Circling the waves of the weary darkness
Its dark cloud will sound its wind through the ray
And give its way to inner light
What it else brings, who will know
Only few hours and minutes more till beginning burn
When the stars will fall off to shine
To the mistress - the 'pale head heavy as metal' (sic)

2.

Flowers of dark surround the head
With inside wintering bouquets’ from earth
Weasel and crow are searching still
Giving a thought to the inside grown wild,
Like a flash from light, each understands
Through the mind of darkness of normalness
Death is not within these infinities
Nor madness that pursues Snowdrop

(Inspiration: Ted Hughes’ Snowdrop

Now is the globe shrunk tight
Round the mouse’s dulled wintering heart
Weasel and crow, as if moulded in brass
Move through an outer darkness
Not in their right minds,
With other deaths. She, too pursues her ends
Brutal as the stars of this month
Her pale head heavy as metal) .