A Cold Touch

A Cold Touch

a poem by pete marshall

Beneath the ice the fish still swim

as sacks lay strewn around the bins

where food is dragged from bags that split

mixed with snow and dirt and grit

sprawled across the concrete street

where foxes sniff for scraps to eat

and people tread and slip on slush

or slip on turds beneath the crust

The frozen earth and crumpled sounds

of angels dancing on the ground

and children sleighing down the hill

A snowball thrown, a wondrous thrill

Inside a house of Christmas scenes

the old will freeze in log fuelled dreams

and cars still churn their poisoned fumes

that stain the snow from white to gloom

the shops will sell and clear their shelves

as panic mounts a war with wealth

whilst those without will be the damned

as winter grips this wonderland

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Snow has hit the UK!!!!!

This is my poem for One Shot Wednesday, part of One Stop Poetry, which is a great weekly platform to help promote your work, make friends & learn new styles. opens tonight at 10pm UK time

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