The view from down South

A poem written in the south while Sheffield was blanketed in snow.

The view from down South

 

F**k me Facebook is it snowing up north?

Did you snowball strangers and cars with seeming indemnity,

And score a face-shot without causing enmity?

 

Did you pelt your best friend's dorm window with snow?

And the same to that prick from E4's window too?

 

Did you watch the dogs skitting about Weston Park and

think how your own mutt loves/hates snow?

 

Did you nick a tray from the canteen and

hurtle down Bolehill Park,

laying prostrate where you fell and

carve out a snow angel?

 

Did you fall down drunk in the street bruising your arse and

find you could no longer climb Conduit Road,

the wrong side of a dozen Jägerbombs,

then try booty calling that girl on Crookesmoor Road?

 

Did your fashionable shoes get ruined in the wet and

the dye from your cheap Primark handbag stain

the faux-fur on your expensive jacket?

 

Did a stranger lend you his coat to put on then

put snow down your back in some weird kind of come-on?

 

Did you put your foot through a puddle and walk home toes numb

and argue with your housemates about putting the heating on?

 

Did you hold someone you loved tight against the cold and

wonder if winter will be the same when you're old?

Reviews

[Vishuddha]

Everyone loves snow when they're young. In the north they play in it. In the south they wish they could. But, you hit the nail on the head. Not the same when you're old. I enjoyed the energy created in this poem. Lots of fun.

[Lavender Soya]

Good choice of words and awesome sentiments. Kudos!

[Jamestown]

Nice piece of work, definitely made me smile and feel cold all the sudden:)
I'm headed back to Colorado next week and dreading it because of the snow
and cold temperatures, I can't stand the cold:( I enjoyed this read,thanks
for sharing and b-blessed!