Peace from the East

We had a great snowstorm recently which was dubbed Beast from the East - based on a true story!

It blurs the dividing lines,

I cannot see where it begins or ends.

The boundaries have been erased

and soft the footfall on the snow.

Brings all I’ve known thus far to blaze,

amidst frosted ivy leaf and frozen stone.

I met an old man on the bridge ‘ Back in 1963, they dug the beet with pick axes from the frozen ground. The fire warmed your face while the frost clung to your back, so big was the gap beneath the door. My mother warmed the tri-pod lid in the embers, kept burning for the old man’s return. Wrapped then in old sheets to keep the beds warm’. 

A paltry substitute for love forlorn…

I cannot tell why my soul settles when flakes like feathers fall.

Is it the silence amidst the madness, when peace comes floating slow?

No noise or colour assaults the senses for this lapse in time. 

Return to childhood dreams and fancies,

White squirrels and nymphs that once were mine.

Dancing now and twirling wildly, jewels from Heaven sent below

Pillow soft and downy feathers, all entwined in it’s pure glow.

For a short time we are equal, time stops still and memories made

Glad it came, glad to be present, for these blessed and gentle days

Reviews

[charlie]

The blatant cold can neutralise everything. In one way it may be a reprieve.

I found the second stanza interesting, Bonny. Like a coda, interjected. It seemed to create a time lapsed scene change, then the format/central story resumes. It's a clever move.