Unearthly shapes drifted like ghosts,
crawled from the sea along the coast,
crept along ditches, streams and rivers,
unravelling with damp clouds of shivers.
They entwined their foggy limbs with mine,
misting my sight and nibbling my skin,
dissolving my bones as they made a start
on feet and legs, then up to my heart.
It was already frozen, a glacial knot
of long-dead emotions that I forgot
and I dared the fog to devour the rest
of the life contained in my icy breast.
I opened my lips and breathed a curse,
willing the vapours to do their worst.
The sound that escaped was the song of a bird,
the sweetest tune that I’d ever heard
that melted the icicles in my heart:
the springtime melody of a skylark.
Kim M. Russell, 15th May 2018
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge: Flora Borsi also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform