Val Morehouse

Rookie - 4 Points (California)

Winter People - Poem by Val Morehouse

Faces of natives turn inward
like talk in uncertain throats.

Small replicas of life eclipse
inside shuttered eyes,
narrow horizons between stones,
and still ponds, frayed with
pitchpine and knotted oak,
tinder of witches.
Underneath pewter skies they winter
through fog where only ice is genuine;

And it spare as a puritan,
with the color of silver.


Comments about Winter People by Val Morehouse

  • (11/24/2007 2:04:00 PM)


    Superlative vocabulary and striking mood/word-picture piece. Love the phrase 'tinder of witches'-very vivid. (Report) Reply

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  • (11/18/2007 2:13:00 AM)


    Val, how do you say fabulous without drooling! Rgds, Ivan (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 18, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011


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