Bernadette Hall

(Alexandra)

The Thaw - Poem by Bernadette Hall

Forget all
the small talk.

It's more about
Persephone

fleeing & meeting
& fleeing again

her mother's hurt
in the racked bloom

of a hoar frost,
throwing hot water

on the door lock
of the old orange car

for a quick getaway.
This is right

at the start
when the red claws

of fragrantissima
rat-a-tat-tat

on your heart
& you stand there

in the mainstreet
in Mataura

beefing on
in the flirty rain

about the lack
of a thaw

& who needs it
anyway.


Comments about The Thaw by Bernadette Hall

  • (12/6/2016 11:45:00 AM)


    yes. that is all i can say. wonderful words full up with meaning.

    keep on,
    bp
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013


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