because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

The Slip, deep winter

foul waters run
downhill, trickle-drip
through cobbles like
tears on stony

lie like fog ink
in the footprints
of the devil’s half acre,
glutted with the browns
of swollen January.

the river dreams of escape.
seabirds cry grey laments,
the beating of their winterwings
stirring blighted hope
as they careen homeward, away,

for the first time,
i am
to walk the water-paths

12 responses

  1. A well captured scene nicely done, can feel the fear there at the end.

    January 10, 2012 at 8:09 pm

    • thanks, Pat. (wish i could think of something that rhymes here but i haven’t had much coffee yet) 🙂

      January 11, 2012 at 9:32 am

  2. whew…you set a nice tone to this to set up that last line making me look to the shadows to make sure there is no one there…see you friday!

    January 10, 2012 at 11:27 pm

    • thanks, brian; yeah, so don’t go strolling down any dark alleys alone when you get here. 😉 can’t wait to see you!

      January 11, 2012 at 9:33 am

  3. whew tight…esp. the second stanza gaves me chills and sets the tune for a great closure..

    January 11, 2012 at 2:47 am

    • grazie, claudia. “chills” is about the tone i was going for…

      January 11, 2012 at 9:35 am

  4. the word bar

    in the fears, we find strength..don’t ask me how or why, but it happens..
    much enjoyed this Joanne!

    January 11, 2012 at 7:56 am

    • true enough, lynne! although in this case, a little caution also can be a thing of strength, i think. appreciate your dropping by!

      January 11, 2012 at 9:36 am

  5. ‘canal shadows’ ‘like fog ink’…. looming… some great word choices here Siubhan. Something about canals…..

    January 11, 2012 at 10:27 am

  6. Awesome word painting here! Very vivid and the last lines make it personal!

    January 11, 2012 at 6:01 pm

  7. a strong and vivid write. I really enjoyed this and am thinking now about ‘weather paths.’

    January 11, 2012 at 7:21 pm

  8. Cold, in so many ways. V.nice, my friend.

    January 12, 2012 at 8:17 pm


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