Tonight got away from the mess city toothache throb ensemble of car horns shoppers throwing money like empty sweet wrappers
park is better calming me a cup of cocoa stepped into Narnia without the wardrobe
snow squeals with each step little deaths little graves where others have stood a ring of prints from a hundred shoes
breathe in white silence find frost’s left a hypothermic dance between wires of a tree white fibres together as arms
sweep clean the bench blanket of sherbet sit and think how simple it is to be forgotten alone a caterpillar of tinsel in a tattered brown box not allowed to shine past December thirty-first
or not shine at all rather a rope of dud fairy-lights I wonder I wonder lamppost emits a frigid glow night unfurls above my head
I left my gloves at home again
Written: November/December 2014. Explanation: A poem written in my own time, and a collaboration piece with a fellow HP member, Rose. This poem is a response to an image found online of a snowy park scene. Rose's poem, her own response to the same image, can be found here - http://hellopoetry.com/poem/962427/white-silence-a-collab-with-reece-aj-chambers/ It is recommended you read both pieces - feedback is always welcome and appreciated.