I.
Snowman in the park,
not there yesterday
but watching all this morning,
eyes that don’t blink,
black as a crow.
II.
Children **** him
with a vegetable,
a tartan scarf throttles
his frozen throat.
III.
Button-like holes
form a grin,
a banana of circles
fingertip-made.
IV.
Sphere of snow nearby,
an unfinished friend,
project abandoned.
V.
Went to see it,
the skinny veins
of our footprints
a chain around
its podgy white body.
VI.
Sun sploshes the face,
squeak as we touched
its cheek,
residue on our gloves,
signs of decay.
VII.
Doesn’t talk
but sits ignorant,
questions not answered.
Kids get bored.
VIII.
Why will he vanish?
Everything is temporary
a parent explains,
cold as a cube of ice.
VIIII.
Days later
we see it crumble,
great clumps that slump
to the ground,
shedding limbs.
X.
Gone until the next time
I say.
Gone and forgotten,
I bring the scarf back in.
Written: March 2017.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time for university. Changes are likely - feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.