Posts Tagged ‘winter’

ice freeze

Posted: January 14, 2020 in poetry, Uncategorized
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ice has come
through my window
creating otherworldly
paintings on the glass
as it creeps in from
the cold searching
for my breath so
it can enter my body
and freeze me to death

melting snowflake

Posted: December 18, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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a flake of snow
falls under the winter
sun slowly dropping from
the cold tree branch
a baby is born
a mother dies
a president is elected
a tyrant deposed
lovers meet in secret
a couple divorce
a god is worshipped
a forgotten religion dies
people play football
others watch a film
riots in the city
walks on the moors
footprints on the moon
a man never leaves his home
the snowflake hits the
ground and melts away

winter food

Posted: October 18, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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through the seasons mist
the fruit of the branches
broke free falling towards
the core of the earth
crashing down through
water and mud
waited to be carried
away by mammals and birds
to be stored for food
during the winter cold


It’s a cold, dark January morning. Snow covers the roads and pavements, icicles hang from roofs, my breath is a cold, grey fog. I need the toilet, it’s outside. I don’t want to go outside and stand in the small, dark, damp space that is our toilet. I have to though. I have no choice but to stand there shivering, alone in the darkness.


Here is the latest blog Ryburn Ramblings from Simon Zonenblick. In this months blog Simon looks at the history and cultivation of the ornamental brassicas and how these plants can be grown for decoration and for human consumption too. The link to Simon’s blog is here: https://sites.google.com/site/ryburnramblings/poetry/01.


one more drag on the tab

as it flickers and fades

into the cool sea mist

never to taste his breathe again

as the sea stumbles

onto the wet tongue of tarmac

free at last to pleasure itself

with the shop windows

swinging pub signs

alternating neon lights

those are all that remain

of the holiday makers

caravan movers

and summer shakers

have left for another year

leaving behind dreams of

love lost, love found, love unrequited

in the echoes of the shells that

creep slowly over grains of sand

that cling to each other as the

seaweed crawls over them

hoping to reach the neon lights

that glint off the beach

that can breathe again now

it is free of the pounding of feet

the slams of bodies

the digging of castles

and he watches through eyes

washed by the mist of the sea

as the signs sing in the breeze

to a promenade where nobody walks

except for the sea

and the darkness filters in

sharpen the edges of a

town that slumbers

and he lights another cigarette and

tastes the sea salt on his lips

as the gulls sing one last song