John Short – “Frozen”

Frozen I open the front door to a cold blanket of whiteness but magpies on the path feel no discomfort. Later, I note a frozen canal; how skating’s no longer a pastime that attracts people. Fallen …

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John Short, Chocolate Snowman

CHOCOLATE SNOWMAN Bleak winds howl at brickwork, you curl with mulled wine, imagine me as an old man in red disguise, a candyfloss, elasticated beard. I should rise up and begin rituals because it’…

DODGING THE RAIN