It began to snow at midnight, and
we made our way home after a night down the pub.
We ambled past a torrent of drunks
but slowly continued on into the kaleidoscopic blur.
We hope the New Year will bring joy,
instead of wishing the calendar disintegrates in front of us.
We have suffered more so than most
and our misery is intensified by the ***, the gin.
We know our lives are jagged, confused
and with little money, I certainly can’t treat you well.
We finally arrived home and flumped onto
the sofa, our eyes avoiding that blasted calendar on the wall.
We went into the kitchen soon after,
where it was warm, we swigged a glass of wine or three.
We saw the flakes continue to fall,
the clicking of the clock penetrating our minds.
We discussed the future, where we will be
in years to come. Eternity, won’t you lend us a hand?
For it is this eternity that is so uncertain,
unclear, buried deep under the crisp, white snow.
Written: December 2011 and March 2012.
Explanation: My fifth poem for university. This is a responsive poem to Vladimír Holan's poem 'Snow'. Again, not my best, but certainly different than the stuff I would usually write.