Friday 24 January 2014

Under Heavy Blankets

In the severe winters
Of our childhood

The wind roared
On rattling windows
Whistling haunting tunes
Through the gaps

The rain beating
On their thinness

It was close and fearsome
And thrilling

And frost when it came
Freezing the panes
Turned water to ice
In the taps

And we snuggled together
In double beds under
Heavy blankets peeping
At creepy shadows on the wall

I lay in bed now listening
To the wind blowing
On the double glazing
Of my middle age

Backing away muffled and muted