Our snow's all gone. The dazzling guest at the ball is no more. Shining for the briefest of times, leaving memories of sparkling white.
A clump of snow remains behind a corner of the garden wall where no sunlight reaches. It's hardly Cinderella's slipper. But proof it was here.
Northampton or Narnia? We're blanketed in the uniformity of snow. Oh, to build a snowman! Grab an old hat, carrot & some twigs, really go to town. But it's supposed to melt by noon.
I'm daydreaming, snowdrifting back to a time when fat, wobbly snowmen seemed to last for weeks.
Oh soggy bag of Tetley's
just lying in my sink,
How do you do the things you do?
How do you make me think?
How do you take a simple brew
And turn it into wonder?
Dive my wrecks of memory
For treasure you then plunder?
Frost has briefly stopped time. Fallen leaves are locked in an icy grip & the water in my bird bath has hardened to ice. Rooftops are whitewashed & my grass looks like it's going grey on top. I look for signs of life. But nothing moves. Then a bird hops onto a fence.
Waiting.
The air's crispier than a crisp that's just won Crisp Of The Year; fresher than fresh toothpaste fresh from the tube at the toothpaste factory. A vaporised speech bubble hangs above the silent man, vaping at the bus stop. If only I spoke Vape, I could surely read his mind.
Wednesday still has that fresh new year smell. The litter in the streets speaks of an inverted retelling of Hansel and Gretel. Where tipsy revellers leave party detritus and kebab boxes in their wake in order to find their way back to 2024. Alka Seltzer's stock price soars.
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