Here I am presenting a poem I wrote in September 2018..
A morning blizzard of hailstones
Smothers my old frozen bones
Polarised, I’m shivering head to spine
Chilling my chasms of hard lines
Daily coldness unwrapping
Mid-morning thawing, eventually happening
Melting my eternal icy lakes
Into an avalanche of cascading snow-flakes
Covering me in a white blanket of crystal firestones
Gradually warming my lonesome bones
Turning my purple blood a claret red
Clearing heavy fogginess from my head.
Ivor Steven (c) September 2018
G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I’ve been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I’ve been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems. View all posts by ivor20