The Snowman

The Snowman

A Poem by Jacqueline Murray
"

18 October 2012

"
The snowman
is
the saddest man--
potted plant of Winter's
plan.
Bone free of
flesh (and
far too paralyzing to the
touch)--
he 
looks on as the Pink boys
play
with abandon,
at bay.
And all the while
fixed,
coal and sticks
of a yuletide
"Enchanté."

Stick house no asylum then
stick arms no tool of embrace;
enemy of tactility
(and that which burns all
Wood.)

And only through a
fogged window
pane is he
given eyes--
by Tantalus,
his creator,
who rolled him round
mid-stride.

© 2014 Jacqueline Murray


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Jacqueline Murray
Jacqueline Murray

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